March 1:
The first day of March,
A slow one by all means, though-
Plain old Saturday.

March 2:
Clouds
blindly numb
emotion.

March 3:
The sun shone brightly
yet, because of school classes
I barely saw it.

March 4:
Sunlight
Frenzied and active
True beauty

March 5:
A sole butterfly
sat calmly by the window
until swatted at.

March 6:
On a day as nice
as this, it should be harder
to be frustrated.

March 7:
The sun woke me up.
That is never a good sign.
I missed my classes.

March 8:
A light breeze
does wonders when
the sun is beating down

March 9:
Birds gather
in the tree
outside my window.

March 10:
In the warmth of
the sun, it is easy
to drift off into sleep.

March 11:
It must be nice to
be able to sing freely
like the hummingbird.

March 12:
Wednesday leaves me
burned out like dead leaves
sitting in the harsh sun.

March 13:
It is easiest
to enjoy the breeze
by doing nothing.

March 14:
To be truly free
even a bird must have
a home to return to.

March 15:
Littered with clouds
that simply float along-
white contrasting vast blue

March 16:
artificial light-
the curse of being
stranded indoors.

March 17:
Do rocks
that are left alone simply
sit in one place?

March 18:
Self-constraint:
remaining indoors
on a nice day.

March 19:
Moonlight shines
softly on the world
as it slumbers.

March 20:
The winds rejoice
when light falls on
the earth's surface.

March 21:
The hanging blue
sits calmly above us-
spring has begun.

March 22:
Heat gathers
in the earth itself,
warming a sunny day.

March 23:
Easter morning-
yet not a rabbit
anywhere in sight.

March 24:
A sky of
not-so-blue
littered with smog

March 25:
It's strange to know
that anywhere on Earth
the same stars can be seen.

March 26:
sunlight goes
unnoticed surrounded
by artificial light

March 27:
A day with you
brings out the light
that the sun provides.

March 28:
The wind blows
lazily and all I can
think of is you.

March 29:
The blooming lily
holds old memories for us
and who we once were.

March 30:
Clouds roll overhead
setting a light shade
on the soft hillside.

March 31:
Dance with me
the breeze calls
onward endlessly