Photo by Tasha Halpert

March wind speeds in my blood
asking
calling
hurry, scurry, thrust
against the old
cold unbending

winter crust.

I feel it in the air
break through
burst into light
lengthening
toward warmth not quite
achieved

yet it pulls green shoots
up through
thawing earth
toward the sun.

I too break through
frozen winter self
emerging
into the poignant
greenness
newly
born in
every
spring.

Tasha Halpert