A time of quickening.
A spring in the step.
A blink against
the brightening sun. 
Mornings of dewdrops
and birdsong.
Bright green moss
with the moisture

of melted snow.
Pussy willows
soft to the touch.
And the crocus.
Happy harbinger
of promise.
Return of color
to a stark landscape.


About Mary Jane

I am a retired English teacher. My husband, Frank, and I have lived on Cape Cod since 2000. I am a lifelong bread baker and writer and have been posting a blog on Falmouth Patch for the last few years. Savory Seasons has been largely devoted to recipes and food in general. I am hoping to expand my focus in this new blog.
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2 Responses to March

  1. Jr. says:

    Mary Jane,

    Your post reminds me so much of the Emerson poem, “The Rhodora” which I have always loved. It references May, but, spring seems to be making an early entrance for you.

    Thanks, Beryl

  2. Mary Jane says:

    Beryl, Thank you for the reminder. I revisited “The Rhodora.” Remember loving it as well. Humbled by the connection. Hope all is well.

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