The Blizzard Of March
February wasn't that cold, miraculously
some trees bloomed making kids happy;
even Mr. Softy sold vanilla skakes and ice cream,
then the warmth weather became a delusive dream.
The blizzard of March made everybody shiver,
the day before they thought that spring had returned,
but at noon the chilliest wind began to hiss louder;
many held onto their hats and headed home instead.
I waited watching March's madness unfold taking a huge risk,
the furious wind bent trees with an incredible force, soon it was dusk;
hungry ravens croaked, all the breadcrumbs that Mrs. Grimple had left
for them got blown away, she came outside, but couldn't stand erect.
The next day, snow covered everything that was bare and green,
not a single bird flew, one heard a deafening silence that scared...
and the only person trudging through the deep snow was young Albeen
who went from door to door to assist the hungry, the old and the impared..
Written on 3/22/2017
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2017