March
March,
you are the first paycheck after things get tight You are the calloused blister of a wound hard fought The beginning of healing, finally The snow of a long winter dropping in diamonds off my roof You are California to a Canadian Gleaming like a shard of glass in the right light Just a tiny piece of light March. I finally want to live again After a long cold bout of enduring There is finally orange in the sunset. I can catch my ragged breath again