The Influence of March

Breaking winds came across the docks March has invaded Below a sky of pale blue mildly faded Floating around in one spot as thou they had to yield Ships of beauty wrapped in white jackets They rest like packages waiting to be unwrapped Wore paint on cutting cold rails No duologue, no chatter Just a sublet hint of spring A handful of scarce seekers popping out to peak Anticipating the fondness the summer brings And soon enough there will be a multitude of bodies Scrambling up and down the streets Places to go, people to meet Soon there will be sails to cut loose Sun scorched backs and inviting aromas of the sea But for now stillness envelops the harbor A reminder to embrace patience As I peered out the window of time