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!”
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