March Cold
We know that there will be a spring
Because the butter weed abounds
Brightening ditch and field, and
Giving hope that spring will come.
But for now it is March cold--
A sky of grey metal, a wind too sharp.
There will be a freeze tonight
Or a near freeze,
For those who wish to brave the cold
March cold will prepare the sky,
Banning clouds
Leaving the cold moon to reign
Over a night seized by March cold.
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