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.
