March opens its garland outside a humble window,
fending off the long shadow of winter’s dreariness
with cordial quintessential delight—
mornings of violet and the deepest purple irises
tug at the heart-strings from a garden rescue.
Bright curved petals return the sentiment that I love
like hands clasping.
Birds sing this year’s sweetest new songs upward.
A breeze swirls waves of color in an orchard of green
like welcome banners.
We savor a cup of fresh brewed tea made from
the mint you picked—lovers wading into spring.
Stephen Cipot
Garden City Park
