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Hello March WindsTwirling, whirling, whipping you all around Feels like you are tumbling to the ground Tossing and turning Like butter your heart is churning Fierce howling sounds Blowing in many directions no bounds Birds flying high above in spacious blue skies Chirping and tweeting winter will soon say good-bye Spring is on the way There is hope for a brighter day ©March 10, 2021 Janet Griffin The hazel blooms, in threads of crimson hue, Peep through the swelling buds, foretelling spring. Ere yet a whitehorn leaf appears in view, Or March finds throstles pleased enough to sing. –John Clare (1793–1864), English poet *Note question from author: "March will you come in like a lion and go out like a lamb?" Vote for this poem
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