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March Winds

Stooping their backs while grasping their hats
The gentleman and lady friend push back
The wind, attempting to gain progression
On the sidewalk to their destination!

One leg ahead, followed by the other
Stepping forward in an aggressive manner,
They make tracks but the draft is intently
Sweeping brutishly, blistering chillingly.

This is not the juncture to be out there, I conjecture,
While staring out the window, observing the weather.
And the motions and energies exerted by the couple,
Entering the establishment where I wait on tables.

Raw oysters with cucumber mignonette sauce compliment
(Recommended by many for manly performance)
With steamed Asian greens and oyster mushrooms,
With a slightly chilled Chablis to rid the gloom.

In-between seasons of winter and summer,
When the snow melts by the sun and wind vigor,
Give way to raw dynamics and our encounter.
March winds, I was never too fond of the changeover;

Except on the latter with April’s joy fill,
Then Spring becomes wonderful to the pupil.
To smell the sporting grass, and see trees sprouting leaves,
And flowers unfolding their petals in the warm breeze.

Whereupon the bough birds chirp endlessly;
And bees fattening on blooms hum melodiously
And people carefree are zestfully happy
As when entering a garden of felicity.

Discreetly, I recompose to not let my emotions display,
And leave the miss and her beau to enjoy their entrée plate.
Who softly giggle to each other with innocent grins,
Of fortitude when out there braving March winds.

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