Poems for March

photo - Carolyn Hoggard

 

WINDS OF MARCH

by Eileen Branson, from the book, Who Tells the Crocuses It's Spring? compiled by P. P. Johnson

 

The wind leapfrogs and somersaults,

And then slides down

A winter-polished hill of white;

Tickles a tree, then recklessly vaults

To waken a sleeping town

By helping dawn push away the night.

Oh, such a wind as this will bring

A rush of tiny miracles called Spring.

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MARCH

by Emily Dickinson, from Dover Thrift Editions' Selected Poems

 

We like March, his shoes are purple,

He is new and high;

Makes he mud for dog and peddler,

Makes he forest dry;

Knows the adder's tongue his coming,

And begets her spot.

Stands the sun so close and mighty

That our minds are hot.

News is he of all the others;

Bold it were to die

With the blue-birds buccaneering

On his British sky."

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TWO HAIKU

by P. Laster,

 

fast-food litter

playing tag with my ball cap

March wind

--- published in Piedmont Literary Review, 1994

 

late March

standing in awe before

the ice-rimmed spring

--- published on the Electronic Poetry Network, Shreveport library, early 2000

 

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