March chimes tinkle in the wind
Telling me spring is on the way,
Chasing away dark winter days.
And I wonder where the wind has been.
Unlike winter, spring sports a grin,
All toothy gold, warm, and gay.
March chimes tinkle in the wind,
Telling me spring is on the way.
Sometimes brash, chimes dance, drunk on gin.
Or perhaps, weed entered the fray.
Drunk or high or merry, who’s to say?
They jump and jingle as they spin—
March chimes tinkle in the wind,
Telling me spring is on the way.
©️2023 jai
rondel
(Author’s note: written for my mother, whose favorite season was spring.)
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On the Fringe of Darkness 
Beautifully Written, Vivid
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Thanks, Stephen. My mom was a beautiful woman, both inside and out.
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Delightful!
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Thank you, Alz. 🙂
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Such a gift to be able to have the ability to create wonderful art for someone you love. 🖤
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Thanks, Rann. I’ve written quite a few poems for my mom…those are all “out of my groove”. No darkness in me when I think about her. 🌟 Unfortunately, she died before I started writing poetry. 🖤
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A breath of fresh air… delightful and dear. Lovely tribute, Jai🤍✨
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Thanks, Destiny. She was a lovely woman, inside and out. 🌟💜
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You welcome, jai🤗🤍✨
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