March is a march, through the winds and gales
through the highs an lows, through snow, rain and maybe even hail
A month of remembering the past, and thoughts of the future to come
With even warmer days, budding trees and flowers, as gifts from above
And soon we will forget, all that we’ve been through
March allows the time for adjustment, from the old to the new
So be patient, as is usual they’ll be a bit of teasing,
as we await in anticipation, for our next blooming season🌟🌟🌟