Words of Art – Day 36 – March Wind

March Wind

The wind,
Blowing
Gusting
Lifting my hair from my head.
If I had a hat it would
Snatch it like an overgrown bully.

The wind,
Blowing
Gusting
Dusting off the layers of silt
That gathered over the winter
Under so much overheated air.

The wind,
Blowing
Gusting
Guiding me into spring.
Escorting me toward summer
Like a long-lost friend
With a sunny smile and
A promise of warmth.

Roy W. Backes
© 2021