So much March this spirit mine
The calling roar of wild winds
The bite of cold and frost
The gentle calm and warming sun
So much March this spirit mine
The wet driving falling rain
The delicate mist of the new morning
The birth of Spring
The peeking green of daffodils
The promise of bloom yet to be
Winds of ever present change
So much March this spirit mine.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
LL Orionis: When Cosmic Winds Collide
Credit: Hubble Heritage Team (AURA / STScI), C. R. O'Dell (Vanderbilt), NASA
http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap020313.html
