March's Masquerade

This is for Mikeydred's March Prompt

Life is unpredictable, but there is new growth. - Michelle Liew

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The air is dense with whispers, cold then warm,

Unsteady hands meld both frost and bloom.

One day donning silver, caked in winter's storm

The next, a golden hue as sun consumes.

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March dances in, a trickster garbed in frost

He plays with life and then cuts nature's fronds.

A lotus dares to bloom, but then is lost,

Ice returns to leave cold upon the pond.

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But somewhere in this play of sun and storm,

A vow of hope, blown by gentle wind--

That though the clouds and skies may lose their form

New life will rise from 'neath the leaves that spin.

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For change is not a force that one can tame

We grow through trials, and gain life's gentle fame.

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This sonnet is entirely original. The presence of AI tags is coincidental.