The early promise
Of a March spring is cut short
As chill winds persist.
The March wind and rain
Paints patterns on window panes
Like small rivulets.
March promises spring,
But, daffodils bloom too soon,
Heralding false dawn.
Icy cold rain drops,
Like frozen spikes pierce my cheeks,
Invigorating.
Invigorating.
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