March Came Softly

By | August 29, 2010 at 12:40 pm | 3 comments

Photo by DMF Photography via flickr

March came softly, no lion in winter

and I knew dragon’s breath shrouded the canal

the green sigh of photosynthesis

enveloping secret narratives swallowing grief

welcoming odes to joy infrequently

as joy comes best in small packages

of life full-throttle up, like the pine warblers

near bursting from prim and proper dress gray

morning coat formal

their penetrating whistle-whine

euphoria of the trees

announcing pollen feasts and larval banquets.

Fill up, my pretties, northern homelands urge

the long flight back:

you risk it all

barely waking so deep that slumber

so lean the journey’s fare:

Death if you go,

Death if you don’t.


  1. Ruby Broderick (7 years ago)

    Merry that is inspired and beautifully written…what talent.xxxx

    • Merry Wilson (7 years ago)

      Thank you so very much!

  2. Mary Shaughnessy (7 years ago)

    Such poignant prose that describes so fully the ebb and flow of life during the seasonal changes. Bravo, Merry!!


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