Spring Break

I think I need to take a break this week.  I highly suspect I am coming down with some sort of nasty late winter cold. I am very stuffy and very tired.  I hate to leave you without a poem this week, though.  Here’s a hopeful one if not quite true yet.

March
Winifred C Marshall


Carefree March is here at last
And the wintertime is past;
Now the happy bluebirds sing
Little lyrics of the spring.


Wild flowers waken from their sleep,
And through soft green curtains peep.
When the March winds romp and play,
April’s never far away.

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