Written for: dVerse Poets Pub – Haibun Monday: March Madness (posted by Merrill)
“Can you believe it’s already March? Well, the calendar says it is, and here the days are growing longer, and flowers are trying to pop up through the ground, even if there’s snow.
In the U.S., there’s something called March Madness. I’m SO not into sports that I had to doublecheck to make certain it’s about basketball. I guess it’s a big deal. Ho hum. BUT, sorry sports fans, that’s not what I want to talk about. I want to talk about spring and nature. Last year, March entered with snow storms, but daffodils were blooming at the end, and it looks like it’s happening again. What madness!”
I rarely feel well on my birthday, in March. True, weather is not
usually in my favor, but that is not the cause. Sometimes I have
reached an age with which I am not comfortable. Not every year,
Could it be that our one special day a year means more to us
than we think or let on? If so, how could that day ever climb
to the spectacular heights we seek.
dormouse is depressed
Spring looks like winter, bare of buds
pot of tea is cold