Zephyr — A Poem about March Winds (that came in April this year).
Ruckus winds rustle up dust and pollen Much to my red-eyed stuffy nosed chagrin Blowing snow mold from greening grasses and picking up Spring’s pouring puddles placing them in soft slow cumulus clouds that patrol above like sentinels on watch over birds scouting for nesting real estate and us walking the recently unclothed yard hunting […]