As you peep in with your hint of rebellion in the air,
The cooing of the cuckoo and the goodbye of chill;
I feel a sense of longing somewhere yet an urge to stay the same,
The weather seems drugged and my mind dances to the echoing tunes from afar;
My past and the present merge into some illusional rainbow...
I see a splash of colours covering up the winter grey;
I await you March..will you show me a merry way?