More than once today a gust of wind ripped the car door from my grasp as I opened it. Luckily, I wasn’t next to another car on any of those occasions.
Weather advisory
the winds of March have come
early to clear the trees of old
leaves and dead wood and push
the stale pestilence of winter
ahead of them, leaving
hope in their wake
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Lovely! It make me long for the cleaning feeling of a winter that allows for new life in the spring. Obviously we don’t get that here in AZ.
Maybe those seasonal signs are more subtle than you expect and therefore easily missed. And thank you for the compliment; I’m glad you liked the poem. 🙂