First Month of Spring
… and a brand new poem to welcome it in!
Third month of the year, and a windy one, too,
New lambs learn to baa, and calves to moo.
It blows away Winter and wafts in Spring,
Welcoming birdsong, shrill on the wing.
Birthstones: the bloodstone and aquamarine,
When young winter wheat turns brown to green.
Named after Mars, Roman god of war;
If you lust after sunlight, you’ll find there is more.
March is the month that seems to bring hope,
Out come the bicycle, skateboard and rope;
Away go jigsaws and console games:
Outdoors is the place to be, March claims.
© Celia Warren 2017