March review

imageI can’t quite believe another month has flown by, it only seems like last week that I wrote my February review! But March is already over, a hectic month for me with lots of work and not much play at all, the weather played tricks with blue sky and sun in the middle of the month and then returned to grey, foggy and cold. Here in the UK, it was Mothers Day and ┬áthe clocks went forward during the last weekend of March, so at last, we have longer days and there was a bit of partying and making a fuss of my mum. Every day in March there were more and more things growing in the garden, bringing beautiful splashes of colour to the post-winter landscape and I managed to find a few welcome moments to crochet. It’s been tiring and busy, in a good, fulfilling way, but I’m glad March is over and a new month with a more relaxed feel is underway!

 

March poem

Just in time before the end of this month, a poem for March. I like this poem by the poet Stevie Smith very much.

Black March

I have a friend
At the end
Of the world.
His name is a breath

Of fresh air.
He is dressed in
Grey chiffon. At least
I think it is chiffon.
It has a
Peculiar look, like smoke.

It wraps him round
It blows out of place
It conceals him
I have not seen his face.

But I have seen his eyes, they are
As pretty and bright
As raindrops on black twigs
In March, and heard him say:

I am a breath
Of fresh air for you, a change
By and by.

Black March I call him
Because of his eyes
Being like March raindrops
On black twigs.

(Such a pretty time when the sky
Behind black twigs can be seen
Stretched out in one
Uninterrupted
Cambridge blue as cold as snow.)

But this friend
Whatever new names I give him
Is an old friend. He says:

Whatever names you give me
I am
A breath of fresh air,
A change for you.