Day: March 31, 2025

MERRY MARCH MARCHES

MERRY MARCH MARCHES

March is going out like a lion

Storms of rain and ice

Sunshine giving promise

Just a prelude to more

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

Reflects 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, 2025 ^