The Winds of Saskatchewan

THE WINDS OF SASKATCHEWAN They blow miniature drifts of summer sand through your car door crack They sweep up the fall leaves faster than any broom or besom Their hiss in October tells you, “Hey, winter’s coming, just listen! They send hard snow drifts across the road to surprise you on a dark night black But The perfume of the wind hints that spring is here, and flowers The smell of the breeze after two month’s drought says, “At last, some showers!”