Again, I am taken aback by your arrival. I've been waiting but not expecting.
You have a serene aura about you, one I hope to mirror.
March, you call to mind hard work. Looking past doubt to uncover what could be.
"Keep going. Keep moving. Keep pushing on."
Your pace is much like that of waves: power then peace, force then grace. And for you, I will learn to wait; learn to embrace the force until grace comes forth. Because it will.
I look forward to your escaping mornings. Your light leaks. And the rare opportunity to enjoy a cup of tea outside.
Give us Spring. With crocuses and the opportunity to carry my coat, not wear it.