I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
~Christina Rossetti
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing robin, sing:
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
~Christina Rossetti
A small portion of a flock of red-winged blackbirds that descended out of a thick fog today
vacant stone foundation... most likely a barn stood here long ago
enjoying the fresh air... but not cold feet
'tis march...
March! March! March! They are coming
In troops to the tune of the wind.
Redheaded woodpeckers drumming, Gold - crested thrushes behind; Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping Past every gateway and door; Finches, with crimson caps, stopping Just where they stopped before. March! March! March! They are slipping Into their places at last. . . Literature white lily buds, dripping Under the showers that fall fast; Buttercups, violets, roses; Snowdrop and bluebell and pink, Throng upon throng of sweet posies Bending the dewdrops to drink. March! March! March! They will hurry Forth at the wild bugle sound, Blossoms and birds in a flurry, Fluttering all over the ground. Shake out your flags, birch and willow! Shake out your red tassels, larch! Grass blades, up from your earth - pillow. Hear who is calling you. . . March.~Lucy Larcom
Redheaded woodpeckers drumming, Gold - crested thrushes behind; Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping Past every gateway and door; Finches, with crimson caps, stopping Just where they stopped before. March! March! March! They are slipping Into their places at last. . . Literature white lily buds, dripping Under the showers that fall fast; Buttercups, violets, roses; Snowdrop and bluebell and pink, Throng upon throng of sweet posies Bending the dewdrops to drink. March! March! March! They will hurry Forth at the wild bugle sound, Blossoms and birds in a flurry, Fluttering all over the ground. Shake out your flags, birch and willow! Shake out your red tassels, larch! Grass blades, up from your earth - pillow. Hear who is calling you. . . March.~Lucy Larcom
Whether the weather in March
~Rain in March fortells rain in June
~March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb
~Many mists in March beckon many frosts in May
~March winds and April showers will surely bring us May flowers
~A dry March and a wet May fill barns and lofts with corn and hay
~Should it rain on Easter Sunday, expect rain for the following seven Sundays
~Rain in March fortells rain in June
~March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb
~Many mists in March beckon many frosts in May
~March winds and April showers will surely bring us May flowers
~A dry March and a wet May fill barns and lofts with corn and hay
~Should it rain on Easter Sunday, expect rain for the following seven Sundays