March

 March

The sun is nervous

As a kite

That can't quite keep

Its own string tight.

 

Some days are fair,

And some are raw.

The timid earth

Decides to thaw.

 

Shy budlets peep

From twigs on trees,

And robins join

The chikadees.

 

Pale crocuses

Poke through the ground

Like noses come

To sniff around.

 

The mud smells happy

On our shoes.

We still wear mittens,

Which we lose.

                          -John Updike

 

 



February song birds

February was an adventure - cold and snow, outdoor building projects, hauling wood - life and death - stacking hay on sub-zero days - frozen buckets and doors froze shut. 

Welcome March - warmer weather, mud, and garden planning. -Birds and dirt, growing animal babies,a calendar that's filling.