It was one of those March days
When the sun shines bright
and the wind blows cold:
When it is summer in the light,
and winter in the shade.
Charles Dickens from “Great Expectations”
Tag: March
March is Still
In the forest, wooden trunks, and structures
stark in sunlight, stand tall in their multitude.
Sentinels ready to file into Spring,
without snow.
Inside, the cawing of crows, outside.
The ticking of the clock, on the mantel.
Shapes of sound, poured into silence
of time and space.
Lush earthy aroma of cinders in the chimney
permeate the air.
February, gone away,
March is still.
GRB ~ TiffanyCreek
On Tiffany Creek 