A Poetic Story of Twelve Months (3) March: March is,

March is a month that, while still using the cold as an excuse,
is still moving forward with certainty.

Gloves left in a coat pocket,
and a heart that has become a little lighter.

No one will blame you
for carrying both at the same time.

March is not a month of resolution.
It is just a month preparing for the budding.

Beneath the soil,
while saying "not yet,"
it is properly gathering its strength.

Even though the scenery is the same as yesterday,
only the light is a little different.

Just with that,
I feel like I can keep on living.

There is no need to rush.
There is no need to compare the order of blooming.

March
knows best
the backs of those who move forward while feeling lost.

So today, too,
you just need to breathe quietly.

Spring has already
found you.