A Poem for those Yearning for Spring…

The following poem is titled March Whispers Green. I wrote it in 2015 and t’s one of my favorite poems that I’ve penned…it was an enjoyable write, and a bit playful. This morning it came to my mind, and as I re-read it, I decided to revise a few stanzas. I really love coming back to old work and revising it through new eyes- or the eyes of one who has lived a few more years. I’ve read that Walt Whitman continued to revise the poems he published in Leaves of Grass for the rest of his life!

Either way, I hope you enjoy this lighthearted piece of poetry. The original is HERE.

March Whispers Green

March whispers green
as I look through wintry eyes…
the snow doesn’t yet know,
or perhaps isn’t listening
to those yearning for Spring.

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March whispers green
though I see a soft white blanket
covering the memory of grass
in my front yard.
How long will it last?

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March whispers green,
still Old Man Winter
remains on the scene,
we shiver in scarves and sweaters,
and long for warmer weather.

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March whispers green,
but I’ve yet to see a leprechaun
a pot of gold or lucky shamrock.
Then again, I’m not Irish.

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March whispers green,
but the bunnies still sleep,
and light yet creeps slow
upon crocuses growing in darkness.

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March whispers green,
and what does one do?
Dig oneself out or hibernate?
Perhaps remain in a dream state…
until green returns…. let’s hope its not late!

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