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 ^
Steve Haarman 