In Like A Lion . . . (Day 7)

(photo credit: Roaring Lion in the Dublin Zoo. Photo taken by Tambako The Jaguar.

March comes and I feel . . . something. I spent a long time searching for a way to express the essence of this feeling and found it difficult to articulate, so I googled “poems about March.” I read several before coming upon this one, which said what I could not find the words to say.

Imagine my surprise when I came to the end and discovered it was written by my friend’s aunt, who happens to be a world-renowned poet.

Please let me know if it resonates with you as well.

“March Snow”
There is something hopeful about March,
something benevolent about the light,
and yet wherever I look snow
has fallen or is about to fall, and the cold
is so unexpected, so harsh,
that even the spider lily blooming
on the windowsill seems no more
than another promise, soon to be broken.
It is like a lover who speaks
the passionate language of fidelity, but
when you look for him, there he is
in the arms of winter.
— Linda Pastan


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