March, the month of promises

The Sun arches higher
Scorching,
Frozen winter whites to tear…,
Waking wet browns of last year.

Crystal layers flow in aid
of undetermined life,

softening.

Rivers of New to the waiting.

Anticipating the warmth of Yes shooting forth
Into the wake of tomorrow’s Welcome.

Just a tease for a later day,
 
The sun swings down
Quick to the clock

Starting the promise of
Soon again tomorrow.