March Wind
This brutal March wind
that bellows and bullies
tearing through trees,
and assaulting roofs
as it pounds against
my window’s glass
and rips away expectations
of long awaited spring
Even as it brings frozen drops
and sputters of snow
pushing trash cans
scattering life’s remnants
though I am forced to
hide under woolen blankets
and stir the coals
of hickory logs
I bow to its greatness
and behold the beauty
of its power
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2025
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