March roars round corners, turns umbrellas inside-out, tosses hats over house-tops …
has fun … March is when there are Cherry Blossom Festivals in Japan, Tango Festivals
in Argentina, and we go green for St. Patrick’s Day. It’s the season of daffodils,
rabbits, when earth breaks free of winter, and birds battle winds …
the curve and loop of wind
when doors bang shut
gusts move fabric
pluck leaves by the fistful
frittering greenery
over the world
finches cling to the feeder
impervious to the thrust
and force against
the rise and dip of wings
wind blusters songs
in microscopic throats
seeds of meaning
blown down channels of song
into rushing air
an earlier version of this poem appeared in 7Beats Here and Now