March bustles in on windy feet
And sweeps my doorstep and my street.
She washes and cleans with pounding rains,
Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.
She shakes the grime from carpet green
Till naught but fresh new blades are seen.
Then, house in order, all neat as a pin,
She ushers gentle springtime in.
-Susan Reiner
3 comments:
That poem is so completely appropriate! Thanks for sharing. Hope you are enjoying the warm temps this week! :)
Love it!
Now if I can only get to my closet...
What a beautiful poem Sarah.
Although apparently here March didn't get the springtime memo. Good thing April did! (:
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