By Moriah Simonowich
In beauty as elegant as a pearl,
Another day crisply unfurls.
From God’s treasure house of gems
Come chill March winds,
Echoing the season of spring;
They whirl, twirl, and ring.
Clouds in transparent white wisps
Move about in drifts—
Sails billowing on a sea of blue;
In a sky of clearest hue.