March Sunshine

Reticent ray

Dappling forest floor.

Like a long-lost friend

Returning warily, without warning.

It settles on the clotted soil,

Surprising earth and creature alike.


The demure caller is not answered in kind.

Towering trees bully their way into the shaft of sparkling sun,

Cutting swaths of shade, denying warmth to others.

Perhaps they’ve earned the right to lead the parade

From darkness to light,

Weathering untold seasons’ bite and blast.


Sprightly squirrel and brash blue jay,

Scramble, Soar,

Clamor to be noticed;

Boldly demand the proffered gift.


Plants arch their backs, stretch, and yawn;

Crowd upward, seeking a draught of the milky warmth.

Not content to go without.

Soft-green infant cedars

Sway in the benign breeze,

Usher in the honored guest with jubilant dance.


Do those who dwell below

Hear the primal prompting:

“Wake, ready yourself!”

Before they crawl to the surface

To bask in the message of hope warmth brings,

And join the impending, riotous celebration?


Sunshine in March,

Fragile promise,

Beacon of spring.