Dear March
I’m just writing to say
how much I’m looking forward
to you coming to stay.
It’s been months
since I saw you last!
I can hardly wait for
your warm sunshine,
the first primroses, daffodils,
all that yellow!
The early blossom,
lambs in the fields,
the lighter evenings.
Some days I’m not sure whether
you really have arrived.
Some days it hails, even snows,
or the wind really blows.
I do wish you’d make up your mind
because, before you know it,
you’ll be gone, and we’ll not see you
for another year.
how much I’m looking forward
to you coming to stay.
It’s been months
since I saw you last!
I can hardly wait for
your warm sunshine,
the first primroses, daffodils,
all that yellow!
The early blossom,
lambs in the fields,
the lighter evenings.
Some days I’m not sure whether
you really have arrived.
Some days it hails, even snows,
or the wind really blows.
I do wish you’d make up your mind
because, before you know it,
you’ll be gone, and we’ll not see you
for another year.
This poem is copyright (©) Jacqueline Shirtliff 2023
About the Writer
Jacqueline Shirtliff
Jacqueline is a primary school teacher on the Isle of Man. She is passionate about instilling a love of poetry and reading in the children she teaches and encouraging them to be writers themselves. She lives with her husband and youngest son in a rose-covered cottage near the sea, and when she's not teaching or writing she enjoys gardening, crochet and playing the tuba and harp, but not all at the same time!
