March — ugh

Although the weather jumped from deep winter to early spring a number of times, I’m still really tired of this month. Here’s what I think:

March is too long

I’m longing for April

when daffodils bloom

or, do they come in May?

Whenever it is,

it’s too far away.

 

I’m longing for warmth

and sunshine and grass

and flowers and bugs —

   yes even bugs —

I’m longing for spring.

March is much too long.

Sharon

 

 

About Sharon Hart Addy

Writing is the monkey on my back. Sometimes it's great fun and sometimes it -- well, things can't be fun all the time, but it's still engrossing even when I chew my nails and scratch my head while searching for inspiration. Fiction is my particular fondness. Writing it and reading it.
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