March Sonnet [an old poem]

The full moon glides across winter's night
as February now concedes to March,
the month between the seasons, fickle skies
that now are mellow, now are cold and harsh.
The crocus tentatively tests the air
that taunts with whispered hints of summer warmth;
the daffodils, the tulips, debonair,
all toss their yellow heads with wanton charm.
But winter only rests, it does not sleep
and bears still hibernate in mountain caves.
The snow will come again, and cold and deep
will bury woods and gardens many days.
So treasure this fine darkness. Take your time
to sleep and dream till March makes up its mind.

   

Comments

[Niki]

So true! March in Montana is what gives rise to the statement, "If you don't like the weather, wait 5 minutes." And, "You know you live in Montana when you use your car heater and air conditioning in the same day." Love the last line, "sleep and dream until March makes up its mind." As we know, when spring does arrive, we get too busy to sleep and dream. Yes, the "month in between..." is a blessing.