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March
by John Updike

The sun is nervous
As a kite,
That can’t quite keep
It’s own string tight.
Some days are fair
And some are raw,
The timid Earth
Decides to thaw.
Shy budlets peep
From twigs on trees,
And Robins
Join the chickadees.
Pale crocuses
Poke through the ground,
Like noses come
To sniff around.
The mud smells happy on our shoes.
We still wear mittens
Which we lose.