I got to see another March, the birth
of another springtime, the beginning
of this year’s parade of the flowers
with their songs of promises fulfilled,
prayers answered, praises sung,
despite all that opposed them.
And here stand the wild daffodils,
ruffled sunshine, gently dancing
their thanks and farewells. My heart
chants with them: Thank you, March.
Thank you, March. Thank you, March.
Farewell.