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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Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

5 thoughts on “A Poem for those Yearning for Spring…

  1. March is screaming green here in Katy! As I sit outside with my hot chocolate waiting on tempts to raise to 70 today, I remember the 35 it was Saturday. The floral roots are starting to push through the ground again to grow into Gods beauty. Can’t wait!!!

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  2. I enjoyed this poem and I am claiming spring, since I am planting seeds outdoors. It doesn’t snow here so I am thinking spring.

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