March

The march of seasons has to end
Pencil has to change to pen
Ink so black in shades of night
replace the gray so sure and light
Pictures sure to pique and please
words which emphasize with ease
Gain a slant, become like stains
lose their character till none remains
Winter blinds and makes like dark
leaves are wet and brown and bark
hardens beneath a shell of ice
any sound you make makes twice
But spring will come and come again
so will each alarming trend

Always and forever still
the sun doth shine
Might it never lose the mass to bind
in a ring of hope and love and trust
a special home for you and us
so with your peace and faith in souls
we bid adieu our love of old