(March has arrived, heralding change, and carrying the perfume of transformation on its breeze—sunshine, colours, cheer, and a silent music that seems to pervade the very air. It is a time when the sun basks in its glory, warming the earth with its embrace, yet the wind retains the chill of winter, reminding us of the season that has just passed. Charles Dickens aptly captured the essence of this month, “summer in the light and winter in the shade,” a duality that defines the very spirit of March.
And there is the mango blossom, integral to the celebration of spring in many cultures, mirroring the flowering of love and desire itself. The blossoming of mango trees signifies the best of spring, their fragrance a testament to the season’s allure, drawing bees and influencing the songs of cuckoos, making the mango tree a pivotal figure in the poetry of spring.
This poem assays a reflection on the sights and sounds; and the moods and sentiments of March.)
In March's tender grasp, where sun and shadow dance,
A duality of season's fleeting chance.
Charles Dickens whispered truths so sacred,
"Summer in the light and winter in the shade".
“This is the perfume of March,” the poets sing,
A melody of life, in air, on wing.
A month of contrasts, bold and shy,
Where warm sun laughs and cold winds sigh.
A cloud may shadow sunshine's mirth,
A reminder of winter's recent berth.
Poets and scribes, in words so clear,
Speak of March's warmth, so near, yet dear.
The mango tree, in splendour, sings,
Of Basant's touch, and warmth it brings.
A poet's heart, in words, does bind,
The essence of spring, for all mankind.
Behold the mango's bloom, spring's heart unfolds,
In fragrant whispers, ancient stories told.
A blossom's touch, the bee's embrace,
In nature's choir, find their place.
Anang's arrows, sharp and sure,
In mango's bloom, love does endure.
A dance of desire, under spring's bright dome,
Where love and longing find their home.
Jaidev's verse, with rhythm and rhyme,
Or, Kalidas’s timeless imagination sublime.
Where bees and koels, in harmony,
Celebrate life's symphony.
In mango's bloom, spring's essence lies,
A canopy under changing skies.
A fragrance sweet, a colour bright,
In March's day and into night.
So let us embrace, with heart and soul,
The beauty of spring, in its role.
For in March's fleeting, gentle air,
Lies a promise, precious, rare.
A dance of light, a whisper of rain,
In every blossom, joy and pain.
March arrives, with sun and shade,
A collage of life, beautifully laid.
scribo ad LX 