She’ll sweep up and wash away the gloomy, winter grime and shake out useless dead branches from the trees. She’ll warm the buds and coax up from the soil, the green arms of bright crocus and butter yellow daffodils. The human spirit will lift and fall at her will. One day, she may cause us to happily throw off our winter coats and tilt our heads toward the heavens, as she bathes us in sunshine. The next, she may set us shivering under a sudden blanket of wet snow. We accept the unpredictable nature of March's days, knowing that she will always bring us boughs of soft pussy willows and bright forsythia to appease our winter weary senses. We love spunky, no nonsense March, not because she is beautiful or charming, but because she breaks the hold of winter and leads us confidently toward the joys of coming Spring. Peace, Sandra
About Me
- Sandscript
- My life as a multimedia artist, poet and creative writing instructor has brought me to a deep awareness of nature's importance in my life. Beginning each day with a walk in a wildlife sanctuary keeps me healthy and spiritually centered. I look forward to sharing my experience with others through my blog, Quiet Waters.
