(Just composed 3/27/14)
March winds are here;
It's that time of year,
A month I dearly love,
A gift from Him above.
Daffodils, pansies--each with lovely face
Our flower beds now grace.
It's as if they're saying,
As colorful heads are swaying,
We're so happy to be alive!
How can we help but thrive,
Under happy gardener's touch,
Here where we're loved so much,
