March Winds Blow Your Hardest

Blow old leaves away

from last harvest,

Welcome new leaf growth

March Winds blow your hardest

Gust my hair up in the air

I feel your breath tickle my neck

March Winds blow your hardest

Whirling soil that plant spring seeds

Dirt in my eyes

I don’t care

Cause I know

That spring draws near

March Winds blow your hardest.

Poem: March Winds Blow Your Hardest

by Nifty Brýn Buckles©2018 All Rights Reserved