March winds blow 🍃

March winds blow 🍃

March winds blow, a restless sigh,

Clouds go racing through the sky.

Branches bend and shutters creak,

The air is sharp, the sun is meek.

Kites take flight, a playful dance,

Leaves spin off in a sudden chance.

Coats pulled tight, hats held fast,

Spring is near but winter lasts.

The wind hums low, then sings out loud,

Chasing shadows, shifting clouds.

March moves quick, both cold and bold,

A hint of warmth, a hand still cold.🍃