A Poem for March
by B. K. van Slyke
I am content to wait for spring,
To cherish winter days;
I am grown fearful of the thing
That hurts in hidden ways.
I almost fear for March to pass,
Because of spring’s swift feet;
The hushed green coming of the grass,
Will make the earth too sweet.
In Winter, by B. K. van Slyke, was first published in February 1919, in Poetry Magazine. You can browse their amazing archives, all the way back to 1912, here.