I’ve always loved March
Not only because I was born in this month
(although, you know, that’s a big reason)
Nor because March is fairer than May
(which it is. IT IS. ok?)
Nor because it is a beautiful word.
How pretty is that?
But no, not because of its pretty name.
But for the blooming thoughts
That winter is beginning to fade
Early signs of spring are showing
blossoms on trees
pale green buds on ebony branches
are opening their baby faces to the sky.
The world is waking up.
Things are happening.
March is the fringe of change.
Life is full of chaos.
Things don’t go right.
People shout, and slam doors
Because they don’t want to hear the truth
Spouses become distant,
Fear settles in your heart
You feel lost,
Maybe you deal with all that by sleeping all day.
Escaping conflict by jumping from one house to the other.
Banging your head on the steering wheel as tears stream down your face.
I don’t know what to do.
I just don’t know.
And at the moment, I really don’t want to fix anything.
I don’t want to be twenty two.
I want to crawl back through the tunnel of time.
And be seven again.
Racing down hills
Snuggling into beautiful stories