Categories Poetry March – a poem Post author By markthegrey Post date March 1, 2021 No Comments on March – a poem March gold blades slice weeping bare limbs pierce cold earth ice water seeping bright tonic wake sleeping roots rise Share this:TwitterFacebookEmailMoreLinkedInRedditPinterestTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Tags March, Poetry, spring By markthegrey I am a biologist, author, poet, professor, and parent. I nest in Aurora, IL with my spouse and about two to four kids. View Archive → ← The Day I Spotted God Shoplifting → The Joy of a Pointless Walk Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (Address never made public) Name Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email.