Early March
Now in the wood glades are spring lilies white,
Like a carpet between the trees spreading.
Another across farmland fields text’ring,
Green, as yet, still only as lawn grass light;
Initial growth, it’s scarcely achieved quite;
A brighter gold, might sage summer soon bring;
When March has ceased from turbulent wand’ring
And April stopped flying its show’ry kite.
First violets, in a garden, I’ve seen.
Shy, timorous and deep purple they were;
Purple and shy amongst the herbage green.
Not yet, at that moment, causing much stir.
But many violets might grace the scene,
When blithe spring’s next phase begins to occur.
Author notes
It endeavours to represent the seasonal change,as winter start to progress into spring.
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