March is the beginning of natures fragrant bounty.
Sprays of lilacs and blues adorn grey trunks o’re the somber mountains.
Forsythian hedge and jonquils compete
To be titled the cheeriest; most fragrant and sweet.
Spring ushers life from the depths of the ground
He comes surging forth, valiant and profound.
For earth’s chilling lull could not restrain
Even Winter’s mighty bitterness could not keep him away.
Prevailing at last to the trumpet of sunny rays
Color spills out from the dormant and grey.
Purple and pinks painted across the fresh sunrise
Bleed from heaven, to dusty earth, kissing the flowers and commanding life.
Spring announces his arrival not in blare, but subtle hum
Gradually overcoming darkness with gentility’s green thumb.
A quiet little chant from a lonly little bird
Grows rapidly voluminous; the sweetest symphony ever heard.
One by one they carpet my mossy garden floor
Collecting seeds what have dropped from the compassionate Feeder above.
A whole season ahead, most treasured of all
It is a convincing example of the Greatest Victory ever overcome.
Now warm days ahead, with some storms in the mix
But that is what I expect, or really anticipate.
There is one truth I too often forget;
Holy rejuvenation post thunderous conflict.
Purify me oh Lord, though it may cost me my comfort
Let me be as a flower to rejoice during lightening and thunder.