A Sunday in March Poem
The dawn sunlight filters through the blinds
Casting shadows that dance and wind
Promising warmth after winter’s chill
New beginnings as spring’s rebirth fills
The sweet breeze of this Sunday morn
Ruffles the trees, the grass gently swayed
Birdsongs and blooms after winter’s mourn
Shedding the gloom of seasons betrayed
This day of rest and reflection starts
Energy renewed in body and soul
With hopeful eyes and open hearts
We walk with light to each destined goal
The week ahead no longer weighs
When this Sunday’s peace comes into sight
The spirit rises, no longer stays
In shadows of cold and dreary night
This Sunday brings a subtle lift
To moods and minds needing spring’s gift
So breathe it in, the seasonal shift
New mercies, new days — we take the drift