March Poems About Spring
Celebrate the arrival of spring with poems that capture the beauty of blooming flowers, budding trees, and the joyful renewal of life.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the realm where seasons weave their dance,
March arrives, bringing a hopeful chance.
Equinox whispers of celestial might,
Winter's grip fades, surrendering to light.
As the sun's rays caress the earthly floor,
Day and night harmonize like never before.
On this vernal equinox, nature aligns,
A tapestry of wonders, where magic intertwines.
In the Northern Hemisphere, spring awakes,
Awakening dormant life from slumber's embrace.
Budding blooms stretch toward the azure sky,
Embracing warmth with a joyful sigh.
And as we bid farewell to winter's cold,
Nature's canvas is painted with hues bold.
From gentle blossoms to vibrant leaves,
A symphony of colors, a joy that never leaves.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
As the snow begins to thaw away,
March brings renewed hope of a warmer day.
For children, it's a much-needed reprieve,
From school and winter's routine leave.
Though serious trouble still abounds,
New opportunities and growth are found.
So let us embrace this month with care,
For within its winds are hope and warmth to share.
Spring Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
March, oh sweet and lovely March
Brings with it a joyous arc
Gone are winter's dreary days
As Spring now blooms in wondrous array
Buds on trees and blossoms bright
Warm sunshine, such a delight
Birds sing sweetly, all day long
March brings nature's rhapsodic song
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
March arrives, a season’s blend,
Where winter fades and spring begins.
Buds and blooms, a vibrant display,
Mark the promise of brighter days.
The sun stays longer, its warmth is near,
Filling hearts with hope and cheer.
March whispers softly, "Rise and grow,"
A time of change, as life starts to show.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
March arrives with skies so bright,
The world awakens to fresh light.
Birds sing sweetly, a welcome sound,
As hints of spring spread all around.
With warming days and fields so green,
A time of cheer, a joyful scene.
Festivals bloom with laughter and song,
As hearts embrace where we belong.
March reminds us, loud and clear,
New beginnings now appear.
So let us gather, laugh, and cheer,
For spring’s first joy is finally here!
March Weather Poems
Explore the unpredictable weather of March, from lingering snow to warming sunshine, and the unique charm it brings to the season.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the realm of March, a dance takes place,
Weather's symphony, a captivating embrace.
Transition whispers on the winds that blow,
As nature paints its vibrant, changing show.
Winter's grasp, now beginning to release,
Milder temperatures bring a gentle peace.
The land awakens from its slumber deep,
New life emerges, a promise it does keep.
Blooming flowers, a kaleidoscope of hues,
Nature's palette, a gift that we can't refuse.
Tulips, daffodils, and cherry blossoms bloom,
Bringing joy and color, banishing winter's gloom.
Yet March, in its essence, can be capricious,
Unpredictable, its weather often ambitious.
From snow-capped landscapes to warm sunlit rays,
A blend of seasons in its mercurial ways.
Through this dance of change, we find our strength,
Adapting to whatever March's weather may present.
With hopeful hearts, we embrace the unknown,
Finding beauty in each day that's newly shown.
So let us revel in March's shifting sights,
Its weather's marvels, its transformative delights.
For in this journey, we discover the sublime,
March's changing weather, a testament to time.
Winter Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, March is finally here!
The end of winter is near;
Days get longer, temperatures climb,
Goodbye to frost and wintertime.
No more shoveling sidewalks clear,
Or dealing with ice we fear;
Hello to sunshine and warmth galore,
March, we welcome you once more!
March Celebration Poems
Discover poems that honor March celebrations, like St. Patrick's Day, and the traditions that bring joy and togetherness.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In the heart of March, a celebration blooms,
As St. Patrick's Day casts away all gloom.
A holiday revered, with joy and cheer,
Honoring a saint we hold so dear.
On March seventeenth, a vibrant display,
Of Irish heritage in a grand array.
Green attire adorns the lively streets,
Where merriment and laughter sweetly meet.
St. Patrick, a patron saint of old,
His legacy, a story to be told.
With faith and courage, he graced the land,
A symbol of hope, a guiding hand.
A day to celebrate traditions old,
To treasure memories, both new and bold.
From shamrocks, and parades to jovial feasts,
A sense of belonging, a cherished lease.
So let us gather, in unity and cheer,
Embrace the Irish spirit, both far and near.
March brings St. Patrick's Day, a splendid sight,
A moment to revel in love and light.
St. Patrick's Day Poems
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
March arrives with a joyful cheer,
Children smile, for break is near.
A week of rest, a time to play,
No books, no lessons, just a holiday.
Laughter fills the sunny air,
As kids embrace the time to share.
March Break's here, a welcome sight,
A week of fun, from day to night.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
On this day, we stand so tall,
Honoring women, one and all.
Their strength, their wisdom, their guiding light,
Shining boldly, burning bright.
Through every challenge, big or small,
Women rise with courage, stand so tall.
With hearts of fire and hands that mend,
They lead, they build, they help, they tend.
So let us cheer and show our praise,
For all they've done in countless ways.
March 8th—a day to say,
We honor women every day!
Poems For Women
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
The March equinox shines so bright,
Bringing warmth and golden light.
A time of balance, change is near,
A celebration felt far and near.
In the North, spring starts to grow,
Flowers bloom and rivers flow.
In the South, leaves fade away,
Autumn calls in gold and gray.
Yet in both, the world unites,
In nature’s dance of days and nights.
A time of promise, hope, and cheer,
The gift of seasons, year by year.
Inspirational March Poems
Be inspired by poems that reflect on hope, renewal, and the spiritual significance of March as a season of transformation.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
As March unfolds its gentle grace,
Daylight saving time we embrace.
A moment in the year's grand scheme,
When time's touch ushers in a radiant beam.
Clocks turned forward, an hour surrendered,
To see the world with light engendered.
With each passing day, a longer stay,
In the embrace of daylight's golden ray.
An evening gift of extended delight,
Brightened hours, like stars in the night.
Nature's canvas, painted with soft hues,
As twilight stretches and daylight accrues.
Oh, the symphony of laughter and play,
Amidst the sun's lingering stay.
A chance to savor each cherished hour,
In gardens blooming with fragrant flower.
With this temporal shift, a simple decree,
To make better use of light, carefree.
In this dance of time and sun's embrace,
March whispers of possibilities to chase.
So let us relish this gift, grateful and kind,
As we set our clocks to match the grand design.
March's embrace, a reminder to seize,
The beauty of moments, as daylight unfreezes.
Poems About Time
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
In March, we remember the sacrifice,
When our Savior paid the ultimate price.
He gave His life to save us from sin,
So that we may have eternal life with Him.
As we journey through this Lenten season,
Let us reflect on Christ's divine reason.
May His love and mercy fill our hearts anew,
And guide us closer to Him in all we do.
Poet: Catherine Pulsifer
Oh, March, the month where nature stirs,
A season of life, a dream that occurs.
Buds on trees, their promise they keep,
Breaking winter's cold, from a silent sleep.
Daffodils nod in the warming breeze,
Tulips bloom with a graceful ease.
Colors emerge in a vibrant array,
Painting the earth with the joy of the day.
The sun lingers longer, its rays softly gleam,
Filling each heart with a hopeful dream.
Animals wake from their quiet retreat,
March brings renewal, fresh and sweet.
So let us embrace this month so dear,
A time of beginnings, a time to cheer.
For March whispers, "Rise and grow,"
In its gentle warmth, life's blessings show.
Famous Poems About March
Famous poems about March portray the month as a time of transition, where cold winds and lingering snow give way to new life. March’s storms break winter’s grip, freeing streams, awakening nature, and preparing the way for spring’s blooms. Despite its harshness, March carries the promise of renewal, with each day bringing hope, growth, and change.March by Douglas Malloch paints a picture of struggle and transition. The month begins with dark skies, cold winds, and nature appearing tired from winter’s grip. The trees, stripped of summer’s beauty, stand as reminders of the seasons gone by. But beneath the snow, life begins to stir. Though March may feel weary and forgotten, it is essential—ushering winter out and making way for spring’s quiet, hopeful awakening. Just as March fades, spring opens its eyes to new beginnings.
Poet: Douglas Malloch
In what a travail is our Springtime born! in
‘Mid leaden skies and garmenture of gloom.
Wild waves of cloud the drifting stars consume
And shipless seas of heaven greet the morn.
The forest trees stand sad and tempest-torn,
Memorials of Summer’s ended bloom;
For unto March, the sister most forlorn,
No roses come her pathway to illume.
Yet ’tis the month the Winter northward flies
With one last trumpeting of savage might.
Now stirs the earth of green that underlies
This other earth enwrapped in garb of white.
And while poor March, grown weary, droops and dies
The little Springtime opens wide its eyes.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox’s poem March reminds us that change isn’t always pleasant, but it’s necessary. March is compared to a reformer—harsh, loud, and not easy to admire. Its winds and storms push winter away, allowing streams to flow and flowers to emerge. Though March isn’t known for its beauty, it clears the path for April’s cheer and May’s blooms. Without March’s work, spring’s beauty wouldn’t have its chance to shine.
Poet: Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Like some reformer, who with mien austere,
Neglected dress, and loud insistent tones,
More rasping than the wrongs which she bemoans,
Walks through the land and wearies all who hear,
While yet we know the need of such reform;
So comes unlovely March, with wind and storm,
To break the spell of winter, and set free
The poisoned brooks and crocus beds oppressed.
Severe of face, gaunt-armed, and wildly dressed,
She is not fair nor beautiful to see.
But merry April and sweet smiling May
Come not till March has first prepared the way.
Emily Dickinson’s poem To March treats March as a dear friend finally arriving. The narrator greets March with excitement, eager to catch up and share everything that’s happened. Nature, too, reacts with joy—the birds sing, and the trees blush in surprise. But just as March settles in, April comes knocking, trying to rush the season along. The poem reminds us to savor the moment, embracing the beauty and change that March brings before moving on too quickly.
Poet: Emily Dickinson
Dear March, come in!
How glad I am!
I looked for you before.
Put down your hat in
You must have walked in
How out of breath you are!
Dear March, how are you?
And the rest?
Did you leave Nature well?
Oh, March, come right upstairs with me,
I have so much to tell!
I got your letter, and the birds’;
The maples never knew
That you were coming, in I declare,
How red their faces grew!
But, March, forgive me in
And all those hills
You left for me to hue;
There was no purple suitable,
You took it all with you.
Who knocks? That April!
Lock the door!
I will not be pursued!
He stayed away a year, to call
When I am occupied.
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come,
That blame is just as dear as praise
And praise as mere as blame.
William Wordsworth’s poem Written In March paints a picture of spring bursting to life. The snow retreats, the skies clear, and nature comes alive. Birds sing, streams flow, and the sun warms the fields. Cattle graze calmly, and the plowboy’s cheerful shouts echo through the countryside. With winter gone, the world feels refreshed, full of new energy and joy. It’s a beautiful reminder of how each season brings its own renewal and hope.
Poet: William Wordsworth
The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;
The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!
Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:
There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!
