MarchA Poem by Wild RoseMarch The wild wind blows Makes our fingers and nose cold Leaves on the trees Flutter with ease To land in piles in calm corners Plants in pots roll on the floor Hanging baskets fall down Garden gate off the latch Swings and bangs Rain and hail showers Winter trying to stay The hills have new snow caps Wont last out the day Snow Drops; Crocus; Mini Daffs In beds; under bushes; by the paths Give us hope for calmer, warmer Days of spring Wild Rose March 2020 © 2020 Wild RoseFeatured Review
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