The March Wind

Gusting against the house,

The March wind expends its fury,

Angry that winter is slipping its season,

Having done its work of frost and freeze.

This angry wind will not last.

It will soon calm itself,

Settling like a gentle lamb

To become a faint breeze,

Wiping the face of the boy

Coming home from school, and

The boy walking

In the cool, soft furrows of spring. 

--March  11, 2013