Dear March, I have been waiting. Waiting for you to usher the long-waiting spring. I don’t mind windy weather and rapid changings, and last year snow melting down a stream. Dear March, you are my most favored ‘Cause you take the gloominess away. The crocuses and snowdrops are perfectly tailored along the forest floor and alleyways. The freshness of the air in the morning as a cleansing shower to my lungs. Chirping from the evergreens so charming I’m sure that birds greet creator in their tongues. Dear March, in my calendar, You are forever first and never third. The new beginning in its splendor is unbound and free, just like a bird.
Images are from Zakarpattya, Ukraine.