What would a March be
without a mention of
purple flowers poking through
and daffodils, of course?
What would a March be
without a mention of
squirrelly kids between spring break
and April Fool’s Day?
What would a March be
without the mention of
forsythia branches
and thunderstorms on the way?
What would a March be
without a mention of
the power of outdoor recess
and how crazy it is to plan May already?
What would a March be
without a mention of
warmer, brighter days ahead
and how sun makes it all better?
On a Thought 
I adore the repetition and questioning in this poem. You and I are seeing much of the same flowers and trees blooming right now. It’s a glorious way to end March!
Can’t wait for more sunshine days!!