Windy Words
In the breathless
Winds of March, gusts
Force the daffodils
To swirl, a waltz – the tango,
Disco possibly, the sun
A glistening ball, dazzling
Even the heart who smiles
Past the gales, into
The dawn’s whispery light,
Soft against the backdrop of starlit
Nights, whimsical – alive
Trusting the twisting bends
Spectacular curves, risky rotations
Flourishing like the flowers,
Who bend back and forth, hour
After hour – reflecting
The warmth of a spirit who silences
Every winter sadness with a
Inspirational gladness,
Echoed by the sunlight soothing
Just beyond the racing coils,
Winds meant to welcome
The spring, the new, the first
Revelation of fresh blooms,
Daffodils, tulips, crocus..
Bruising March with their beauty,
Blushing through the voice
Beneath breezes sent to free them
From their still winter graves,
Winds meant to fill them with
Gasping praise!
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