March Winds

Discover hope and renewal through the uplifting verses of March Winds.

March winds herald April's coming bloom.

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Updated April 14, 2025, by Catherine Pulsifer



March Winds

Poet: Mrs. M. J. E. Crawford

The balmy scent of spring is on the breeze;
'Tis not the scent of flowers, they bloom not yet;
'Tis not the early blossoming of trees,
Their tiny leaf-buds are not more than set;
I know not whence the breathing fragrance flows,

Which comes upon the first warm breath of spring,
Long ere the violet or early rose
Unfold their sweets to woo the zephyr's wing;
Mayhap it cometh from the dark-brown earth
Where sleeps the loveliness of summer hours,

And the young winds have in their early mirth
Stirred up the odors of the perished flowers.
I know not, and it matters not to know,
The secret of the March wind's balmy breath;
I love it better that its murmurs low

Are waked in scenes which wear the hue of death -
The mourning hue which chilly autumn gave -
It sounds like music breathed above the tomb,
Whose soft notes tell of hope beyond the grave,
As March winds herald April's coming bloom.



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Conclusion:

As you reflect on the verses of March Winds, may you find a quiet encouragement tucked between each line. Though March can feel uncertain—still touched by winter's chill, yet reaching toward spring—it holds a promise that things are shifting. The winds, though often brisk, carry with them a message of gentle change, stirring our hearts with the hope of what’s to come.

Mrs. M. J. E. Crawford’s poem reminds us that transformation doesn’t always shout; sometimes it whispers. The trees may still stand bare, but deep within, life is preparing to bloom again. That same truth applies to us—growth often begins in the still moments, long before it shows.

Let this poem be a breath of fresh air to your spirit. A reminder that no matter how long or cold the season feels, renewal is quietly making its way. The March winds may seem invisible, but they move with purpose, just as hope moves within us—softly, but surely—leading us toward brighter, warmer days.


The March winds carry a gentle promise that spring is on its way.

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