A poem for March.

 

Never Mind, March

by Annette Wynne

Never mind, March, we know
When you blow
You're not really mad
Or angry or bad;
You're only blowing the winter away
To get the world ready for April and May.

This year I dont have my usual patch of poppies blooming under mailboxes.  They came up on schedule but then a state fire inspector came nosing around neighborhood and complained that view of the fire hydrant was obscured and it had to be cleared.  So, I complied.    

I have more poppies that dont get as much sun so they have not bloomed yet, but soon my front garden will be ablaze in bright orange poppies dancing in the wind.