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The Tides of March

The Tides of March come in on the waves of wind
cresting invisibly while ever so visibly rocking
the trees into a kind of waltz that, somehow,
does not take place in 3/3 time.

The Skies of March are grey, that shade
of light shadow that makes greens greener and
the dark bark of live oaks yet darker
and richer to the eye.

The Tides of March come quietly,
lapping up February,
then advancing fiercely,
on wave after wave of wind
carving its way across the plains.

May you enjoy the march through March,
this predictably unpredictable month that
keeps us awake, guessing and alive.

Text and image, copyright Ysabel de la Rosa. All rights reserved.


And I am awake at this very late hour, dear Ysabel, and reading your inspiring thoughts! Thinking of you.
con mucho carino,

P.S. Love your very colorful art! I'm still one of the underground seedlings at the moment. Not quite ready yet for the spring burst! Still incubating lots of thoughts. I hear the wisteria is beginning to bloom. I need to get out of the casa. Love. xx
That is part of what I love about March, the incubation itself, wrapped snuggly by earth and wind. It is a magical time. I am off to find wisteria now! Abrazos, Y

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