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 2024
About the Writer
Jacqueline Shirtliff
Jacqueline is a poet and primary school teacher on the Isle of Man. One of her favourite things is helping children to love poetry and reading and encouraging them to be writers themselves. She lives in a rose-covered cottage near the sea and enjoys gardening, crochet, and playing the tuba and harp, but not all at the same time! You can read some of her other poems in The Caterpillar, Tyger Tyger, Northern Gravy, The Toy, and Little Thoughts Press.
