Stuck In Between

a transition month March is

where flowers bloom and
grasses grow...  it a a month
temperature fluctuations, 
where cold for a few days
then warm as July...  it is a
month of pollen and allergies,
sneezing, coughing, and noses
that beath with difficulty...
it is a month of layering clothes
and sleeping longer hours than
previously expected...  a time
where food tastes not like it
should nor cooks the way it
needs to be as everything works
as if it is in the wrong dimension;
it is a month for fools and poets
who write about its merits, even
thought they are few and very
far in between - too far in fact
to make the rhythm connection,
it is a time to sit on porches
before the humidity kicks in,
and it is a time to talk long
walks along paths before the
insets invade our spaces...
this month belongs neither to
winter nor spring as it stands
alone without any friends of
which to speak, not does it want
any due to its unpredictability.

February 28, 2024