March ends in snow lightly coating
Just the grass where big flakes sag with
Disappointment and half-live blades
Of last year’s growth drink unawarely
Of the moisture the flakes bring.
Flakes die, blades live, unawakely,
Until the sun resplendently
Half wakes them to emerging Spring.
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