Winds of March
Blow, blow Ye winds of March The violent exchange Between Winter and Spring
The stirring of everything to Awaken!
A flurry of life. I sit, the observer Usually annoyed by the blasted onslaught But, here I caught myself And closed my eyes — —
The wind blew on by Until I rode a wave and floated away Flying across the seasons Finally Being At peace with the Force that had frayed my ends. Now a Flag in the wind My tattered feelings were lifted away and in the Sky I stayed for the day.