The March wind blows on gray, chilly days
As shriveled, brittle and faded orange leaves
Fall on the softening, tan blades of grass.
Small green buds start to appear
At the end of bare tree branches
And pretty, purple crocus
Begin to grow as their petals
Peek out of the softening soil.
Some days clear blue skies are seen
And others gray skies are the day’s color.
Birds return to sing their beautiful morning songs
As geese come back honking.
The clocks spring forward bringing more light to the day
And the night sky appears much later in time.
While the sun gets warmer and stays with us much longer
Children’s voices shout with delight and
The echoes of “Play ball” are heard
And scooter wheels are rolling fast on the sidewalks and
streets
Spring is back with all of its growth
And life has come full circle.