January days
Snow outside snug in my chair
Happy with my lot.
March brings crocuses
Soul awakes to pulse of spring
Taunting memories.
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poetrybyheart.me 
Love those crocuses!
Me too.
Beautiful – we don’t have the snow, but we have the crocuses, which are particularly luscious at the moment.
Lovely. 🙂
touché
merci
A lovely look at the month of March and the nature around us 🙂
Thanks for your comment, Christy. 🙂
Fantastic-you put is in the ‘you are there’ mode and then intrigued us with the memories! ❤
I’m glad you were on board with my experience. I appreciate your wisdom. ❤
oops typo-should read “you put us”