A Month of Longing

 March.  The earth slowly thaws.  Murmuring ice and the scent of rich soil, engulfs fragile hillsides. Seagulls quietly circle lonely shorelines in a graceful arc. Naked branches carefully ascend, grasping upwards.  Decaying amber grass, thoughtlessly crushed beneath a stranger's feet, echoing unnoticed, speckled among emerald moss.  Spring skies cry, mercurial gray canvases midday shadow.  My heart yearns for just a glimmer, the comforting warmth of the luminous radiant sun. A magnificent ray of light the sole antidote to this endless month of longing.