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.