March Hill

Its March and the sap started in February
so who knows when the maples will bud
in this cycle of freeze/false spring
we know so well here

but its March and we’ve all lived past
that high peak,
the one so many can’t climb every winter
and simply lie down mid ascent

but we have and soon
the peepers will shout joy
and crocuses will open their throats
to the thin sun of early April

and I will remember hope
past the crest of winter again
and still standing
to speak it

though I won’t call it dancing

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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4 Responses to March Hill

  1. Trent Lewin says:

    You don’t have to call it dancing to dance anyway. Sunny today. I feel like dancing. Above zero all week. After recent events of thorough despondency – we get sunshine. That’s all right. It’s hope.

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