I don’t want to March
I don’t want to March.
I don’t want to Spring.
It’s too cold, I’m staying in -
they say it might snow tomorrow.
The wind is shrieking at the garden
flinging the plant pots around,
Sad daffodils are waving for help.
The tarp on the garden chairs
is haunting us aggressively.
The sun is pretending to be warm
but the air knows the truth.
No Marching or Springing,
not just yet.
Wait a few weeks
And then I May.
I don’t want to Spring.
It’s too cold, I’m staying in -
they say it might snow tomorrow.
The wind is shrieking at the garden
flinging the plant pots around,
Sad daffodils are waving for help.
The tarp on the garden chairs
is haunting us aggressively.
The sun is pretending to be warm
but the air knows the truth.
No Marching or Springing,
not just yet.
Wait a few weeks
And then I May.
This poem is copyright (©) Gillian Spiller 2026
About the Writer
Gillian Spiller
Gillian Spiller is a Scottish poet and children’s author, who has spent many years living and teaching in S-E Asia, E Asia and the Middle East. She is the author of four picture books, The Blue Sock (2019), Star Sailor (2020), On The Shelf (2021) and A Shell for Cleo (2022) by Marshall Cavendish Ltd. (Asia). Her poetry for children is available on the British Council’s Learn English Kids website, as well as here on The Dirigible Balloon.
