March

March, you make me happy. You have always made me happy since you are the month I celebrate the day of my birth. But I love you for so much more.

I live in Colorado. March, you are the snowiest month of the year.

Each time it snows, the grass grows greener.

Flowers pop up from the dead earth.

Life emerges in blooms,

babies, and blossoms.

Spring happens.

Summer will be here soon.

March, marches onward, utilizing the last bursts of winter,

ushering in all of the goodness and hope of warmer weather.

Truthfully,

Joanne

"As the rain and the snow
    come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
    without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
    so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,
11 so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
    It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
    and achieve the purpose for which I sent it." (Is. 55:10-11)