In the midst of a March
The cadence continues
And off at a distance
A ray sing sun shine
Tentatively, now
Cold petals are opened
Or closed overnight
Finding shelter
From blows
Where water, still frozen
Soon sparkles
And flows
To spring ever nearer
As robins return
Observing their quest
To glean scraps, provided
They fashion what's worthy
For treasures
Of home <3
