March 13

_{Ohio turns to watch as Spring comes,
as it runs
and walks and pants heavily,
steam clouds of hot breath and rain,
frigid nights that thaw in the day.
Songbirds and mourning doves,
melting snow and the promise of buds
on branches,
a sky bluer than any country ranch's.
Always, however, a constant threat
that it may still snow.
Hold your breath,
Spring isn't here yet-
there are a few more days to go!}



This was also for Spring, and doubled as a birthday present for my younger sister that I never ended up giving her. I could just set this to magically appear next year on her birthday, but I'm bored and feeling revengeful.