March
Mad March hares box in morning light
along with golden trumpet blooms
another part of Spring’s delight
the threat of snow no longer looms.
Among wheatfield's sunlit bales
mad March hares box in morning light
not as supposed the males with males
but females putting up a fight.
The eager Jack gets his invite.
For this is Spring, and this is why
mad March hares box in morning light
for leverets to re-supply.
I'll leave the hares, the crows' caw-caw
and sit with family tonight
it's Spring, I'll say, I know, I saw
mad March hares box in morning light.
Copyright © Terry Miller | Year Posted 2021
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