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!