March is a funny month —
glimpses of warm, sunny days
intersperse with cold, cloudy interludes.
The clock lunges forward,
jolting us awake too early on a Sunday.
Driving home yesterday
along the George Washington Parkway
I spied
a valiant fleet of sunfish
darting over tiny waves
in the Potomac River.
Ah,
there it is…
the season changing.
Like the first sighting of a robin,
the little boats
signal warmer days ahead.
I watched with giddy elation
as the small boats bobbed.
The dance of a regatta
as sweet as sunshine.
A Reading Life 
What a fun sign of spring for you. I would have beamed seeing this. I love how you were able to capture your observation and excitement for the transition of seasons.
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The signs of Spring are promising. I love the simile here-
“The dance of a regatta
as sweet as sunshine.”
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This whole poem is so beautiful–it’s hard for me to choose a favorite line! Maybe: “The clock lunges forward,” or maybe “The dance of a regatta/as sweet as sunshine.”
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