Magic Of March
The magic of March is upon us
where the muse, gently flows,
while a misty morning starts the day
watching the melting of snow.
Birds sing their every day tunes
I watch them flit through the sky,
such a majestic picture it is
winds gently carry them, as they fly.
The cold still lingers on
Spring is finally in the air,
but these gentle creatures don't seem to mind
singing in the tree tops, cold and bare.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Mar.21/2008
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