March

March

To my beloved one:
Spring is a symbol of renaissance, so you are...

As the days turn brighter
As the moon fills herself with patience
As the music of my people plays
Saves my soul from the darkest of winters

As the chirping sounds of birds fill the air
As the garden of my heart blooms again
As March’s roots search for a place in my mind
I see her eyes in every flower

I can look for the brilliant light of her skin
I can see her face in every river; in every lake
I can hear your voice in every note
Taking back my peace of mind in you

I can guide my heart back to the shadow of a willow
I can find a place in the grass to rest
I can feel full of her grace again
In every color, in every changing sky

-Patricio Contreras Cantú