My Sun of March

The wind died down, and so did the chill,
And the roads now, a collage of clutter,
The sky's all fresh, in her new blue gown,
And I, beneath clogged snow, o'er the gutter
Out came the sun, my sun of March,
Melting all that kept me crippled below
In spring, I enjoyed fall colours on the parch,
And my breath, it sounded to me mellow
The snow to melt, needs a streak of light,
And a mellow breeze, for the leaf to navigate the bend
And for the soul, in slumber all winter night, 
My sun of march, you are, in eons, my friend