March is going out like a lion Storms of rain and ice Sunshine giving promise Just a prelude to more gray Morning light teases me Turning the woods to Gold and bronze Then the depression of Gray, gray-blue prevail And attitudes turns us In the wrong direction Where are the flowers Where are all of the Lovely smiles we miss People upset for little reason As though the world is hostile What will give them change? It is all an inner thing But bad disposition selected Joy has no way to flourish Then nature takes over Afternoon sun reflects The shoreline ice Enhances the sun In the form of small camp fires The brightest makes you turn away This beauty is rare and cannot be lost Pictures give not the same affect The eye caught all that is needed We realize our insignificants Begin to learn patience All things in their own time Growth spurts are necessary Many did not see Many do not understand Stanski March 31, 2022 ^
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Steve Haarman 