Good morning! It’s Saturday. Overnight, while we were all soundly asleep in our beds, February tiptoed out the door and March took her place. Whose wings are these, whooshing across the sky? Are they coming or going? Do they bring a message, or are they erasing the chalkboard to make room for new words?
Thank you for the beautiful poem! March came in roaring with strong winds and chased away our warm weather to dust us with cold snow! Come on in April!
…oop… it’s my birthday month! Ta-dahhh🎺🎺🎺
My favorite day❣️I always feel that March 1 is the first day of spring and where I am, weatherwise it really IS spring this week🤷🏻♀️ Also its
Love your glorious sky!
She is a fascinating poet.
It's a lovely sunny and warm day here in Denver, CO. Wonder if that means end of March will be a snowstorm! LOL
Beautiful, clean sky!
This is such a lovely poem to start the month.
Lovely Dickinson poem I’d never read before. 🙏🏻
I've never been so glad to see the end of February! Even though it's 20 degrees colder today than yesterday.
Emily was so thoughtful! The colorscape of the sky would be beautiful dyed on wool…
Hopefully this holds true……in like a lion and out like a lamb
Thank you for the beautiful poem! March came in roaring with strong winds and chased away our warm weather to dust us with cold snow! Come on in April!
Do any of you remember hearing when March comes in like lion it goes out like a lamb and when March comes in like a lamb it goes out like a lion.
March did happen. A lovely welcome..thank you.
First farm market of March😌
What a lovely poem!