March

When Heaven's breath is on the breeze
And sun has lit dew fresh new day
Clouds disappear in pale blue seas
Trees worship, ragged arms that sway.
Birds sing unwritten melodies
Soft lights unto the soul
Hard bitten winter elegies
Smitten flora in the Mall.
Where we will walk in March, my love
Spring whispers soft and true
Under a shaded arch, my love
As greyness fades to blue.

poem by Kevin East
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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