Song Of March

With winter's footprints from the past,
and snows begin to melt in fine.

With longer days and smaller nights,
the wayward winds of March start flight.

Four winds she holds within her grasp,
then casts them from her fingertip.

Her woolly, fuzzy clouds of white,
she sets in skies of azure delight.

Her wild bouts of choppy breezes
roar through valleys, mountains, and trees.

That high pitch whistling melody she sings
awakens earth and flowering nature.

She makes a hole in heaven's sky
so sun can shine and rain can fall.

She gently calms as spring comes near,
as blooming daffodils emerge.

She welcomes April rainfalls in,
then takes her dwindling winds,
Now her long journey home begins.