I see March as
a month which bridges our winter to spring.
It's not a glorious month....there still is snow on the ground.
Not pretty... as no flowers dare appear for fear of the certain snowstorms we have yet to endure.
Days can be grey and the horizon line meshes with the sky for one never-ending landscape of white.
March does not scare me.
It's the bridge needed to tolerate and tackle to get us to the Spring of things.
I can already feel it coming.
I open my windows now and again just to dare March to linger longer then it has to.
I listen for and can hear the sweet chirps of brave birds.
I can feel the world around me ready to breathe again....
and March to me becomes,
the most pleasant of all months.
~Happy new month~
~Just a beginning~