Tuesday, March 1, 2016

March Mistral Cheer






Blow then, March mistral, if you must
And strake the air with gruff huff-puff
You cannot hinder wanderlust
Though bully you may be, rough, tough
For while you rattle at the door
And roar through gaunt woods, starved for spring
And strew upon earth’s wooden floor
That shade of which we’re wearying
We are not overcome with grief
In our desire for green leaf

For we find in your weather good cheer
…all the better for reading, my dear

© Janet Martin

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