March Winds

Wet and windy, cold and dark,
The howling wind soon finds it’s mark.
Coats and collars clutched up tight,
People huddle together against the night.
Rain bounces down they start to run,
The March Wind blows it’s having fun.

Trees shiver and shake,boughs break.
Fragile leaves finally forsake
Their hold on life then flutter
To join other leaves in the gutter.
Where litter, leaves and outcasts roam,
While others hurry heading for home.

Nothing is heard except the wind groaning.
Barren trees bend their boughs moaning.
In protest of the endless motion,
Of the wind like a restless ocean,
Sends gusts rolling, like waves never ceasing.
Blowing harder and faster without releasing
It’s hold on anyone in the streets.
Harassing everyone it meets.

A bird sit swaying high in a tree
Let’s loose it’s grip, now flying free
It swoops high over housetops.
Into the night, till it suddenly drops
And lands daintily in the street.
Busy looking for something to eat.

The wind dies down and the sun comes out.
People smile for a while but have no doubt.
The March Wind will return with force,
For the month of March must run it’s course.
April follows with refreshing showers,
The welcome rain that brings the flowers.
Taking us from Winter into Spring,
A season that is already awakening.

© Val Cook 1997