2023 American Place New Mexico Poems

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
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.

By Makar

Stephen Sutherlin is a designer, poet and musician. He writes poetry about life in the southwest and enjoys metrical lyricism.

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