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The first day of spring

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Some say that spring starts on the first day of March.

Some others say it starts on the Spring Equinox.

Some choose dates, some choose signs,

“Has the hawthorn flowered yet?”

Silly semantics, that’s what I say…

 

Spring starts when the land starts to bloom,

When the sun shines warmly, even as the wind

Shifts from biting bursts to playful nudges.

When the birds sing themselves hoarse

And the market stalls are bursting with colour.

 

If spring is beginnings and not just a time

To shift through your wardrobe for something more light,

Then why set a date when each year is unique?

Turn off those screens, just step outside,

The first day of spring is not something to miss!

March

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March was marching by a marsh

In a cloak of red and white.

Frost was spread under his feet

And yet the sun shone overhead

His rays of gold too weak

To wake the earth below.

 

Still March was marching

With a jaunty spring,

Coaxing crocuses to rise

And snowdrops pale and

Singing violas and so many

More spreading a carpet in his wake.

 

January sighed and February grumbled

At their younger brother’s whimsy.

April shifted and May twitched

Eager for their time to arrive.

“Back, in the good old days,” they said,

“You had less days to go.”

 

March doesn’t care as he marches along,

Playing a merry tune of frosty wings,

Singing of flowers and of the first fine days.

He stands at the threshold of winter and spring

And no matter how the world complains

He’ll give us the boons of both up until

All Fool’s Day.