March Arrived Like a Capricious Cat
Glass wind chimes
shrouded in new snow
March arrived like a capricious cat
hunkered down, bent over
Early this morning
I stepped cautiously through deep snow
March is the time to follow new dreams
that arrived in the flurry
of late winter snowstorms and blizzards
inside, beneath layers of trees
awareness heard songs
across the grey sky
red-breasted robins sang duets
somewhere beyond, out of sight
March arrived like a lion today
swept away my doubts.
Photo by Lynda McKinney Lambert.
This poem, provided today through the courtesy of western Pennsylvania author and artist,
Lynda McKinney Lambert.
“March Arrived Like a Capricious Cat”
Copyright, 2015. Lynda McKinney Lambert
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