Gone With the Wind

The sun is shining, day is fair, strong wind attempts to kidnap hair. I've waited for this sunny day, why can't the wind have stayed away? He blows he blossoms off the trees and almost knocks me to my knees. I need to hoe. I need to sow, and do not want the wind to blow. He grabs my hat and tosses it and teases as I run for it. My garden thinks that I'm a shirk. It's wind that keeps me from my work. My time schedule is so awry, As May is simply rushing by. Wind had winter and early spring to huff and puff and do his thing. Now all my plans I must amend, those that I had are gone with wind.