MARCH SOLITUDE

After the cold abyss
escapes every interned fate
of us in an ambient season
when weary lakes overflow
with her once visible view
of birds flying South
from clear eyelids
now open for its scenic punishment
from those with cabin fever
as unlocked snow showers
from the French window panes
play on with its whitened flakes
from an absurd weathered sky
which hesitates to move
its wintry tenants
from water logged roads
that are long winding in slush
we reach to find our horizon
from frozen incognito days
that oblige the sun
to now avidly chastise us
from corners of breezes
altering our earth-wise enthusiasm
for a scattered spring celebration
covering over snow kissed banks
in a newly feathered wing of season
lying by the nest of woods.