The Odes of March
Autumn and spring ~ joining our thought across the globe...
~ Australia ~
An Ode to March
Dear March, tonight the garden breathed your name.
I heard it from Crepe Myrtle when she dropped
a red-gold leaf, then Daisy said the same:
It’s time old Summer’s tyranny was stopped.
We feel the coolness of your gentle touch
at twilight and again at break of day,
and though you come so softly you are much
the stronger; summer can’t hold you at bay!
We yearn for autumn, favoured of all seasons,
we yearn for morning mists and cool sweet rain.
We need you for a multitude of reasons,
and long for gold and crimson leaves again.
Come swiftly March, we sicken with the heat
and tire of rampant growth; we long to rest.
Come swiftly now, and make hot summer beat
a crushed retreat! Ah March! We love you best.
© Copyright 2002 Judie Peet
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~ Canada ~
An Ode to March
We hear the skirl of the winds announce
your stalwart trek through snow-piled drifts.
We love your irrepressible bounce,
accept your volatile mood that shifts
from sullen sighs to a roguish grin.
With feisty defiance, you take a swing
at frosty winter's arrogant chin,
then open the equinox door for spring.
In subtle degrees, your hands will peel
the layers of crusted ice between
still-huddled roots; you start to heal
the blistered soil with soft-hued green.
The song of awakening leaps and spills
beneath your firm and piercing glance;
you sweep through the prairies and fir-clad hills,
preparing the stage for April's dance.
© Copyright 2002 Laryalee Fraser
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