When visiting England from Australia my wife and I always go in March. This poem is a tribute to this month.
Of all my favoured months, thou art the fairest
My blessed March. For thou art the mother of all
Of Englandís flowers. Thou, whom pitiless Winter
Despises. For from thy presence she is banished to
Another moment in time where she will, in all
Wretchedness waits out the months in the shadow of
Thy most refreshing opulence. Oh March; thou who
Bringest forth-verdurous spires from Winters congealed
Earth. In celebrated resurrection do natureís wonders
Submit to thy command. And a golden sun rises in
Majestic elevated orb, giving salutation to thy presence.