March

March, purposeless
Much like us all
It is here.
I remember January,
The snowfall dropped
On my windows.
The bitter freeze
Brought broken backs,
Broken people.
I remember February,
My Valentine,
The world blanketed
With hazy love
Where nothingness lived
Just last week.
December gone
Too far to remember.
Now march on,
Await the flowers.
But not this false
Spring of continuance.
April is for rebirth.
March is our limbo.