#WritcoPoemChallenge
Tick tock goes the clock,
Tick tock, it's time to take stock..
Dear March,
From February's bounty of love you yielded madness
Made noisy streets bow down in silence
With sickness
And all the calmness
Made us gloomy like ash's paleness.
Young, old,man or woman were clueless
In your coldness.
Made our garden and hearts and pockets fruitless