March Blessing

 March—a masquerade of seasons,

Promises of summer's warmth, draped in winter's chill.
A month that whispers of spring's approach,
Yet holds back, teasing the heart longing for bloom.
 
In its light, hearts kindle—
Early birds compose melodies,
Piercing the silence of vacant pews on Sunday dawns.
Sun worshipers, drawn out to nature's altars,
Meandering through parks, alongside babbling streams,
Scaling mountain paths, seeking communion.
 
From slumber, we stir,
Eyes opening to the sacredness cradled in earth's bosom.
Emerging from the cocoon of introspection,
We embrace the dance of life,
A sacred rhythm, weaving through the tangible and unseen.
 
Beneath the soil, life stirs in silent testimony,
Seeds crack open in darkness, reaching for light.
The cycle of rebirth unfolds in whispered hues,
Nature's resurrection, a tapestry of renewal.
 
In this dance of light and shadow,
The old is shed, the new embraced,
A silent covenant between earth and sky—
Life's perennial promise of rebirth and renewal.