MARCH.
O March that blusters, and March that blows,What color under your footsteps glows!Beauty you summon from winter snows,And you are the pathway that leads to the rose.Celia Thaxter.
O March that blusters, and March that blows,What color under your footsteps glows!Beauty you summon from winter snows,And you are the pathway that leads to the rose.Celia Thaxter.
O March that blusters, and March that blows,What color under your footsteps glows!Beauty you summon from winter snows,And you are the pathway that leads to the rose.
O March that blusters, and March that blows,
What color under your footsteps glows!
Beauty you summon from winter snows,
And you are the pathway that leads to the rose.
Celia Thaxter.
Celia Thaxter.