March Winds by: Olivia Gregory
Winds marching in,
with bluster and swirl,
Touching my heart
to set it a twirl.
Winds puffing by,
wispy and slight.
Reaching my soul
from the dark night.
Winds blasting past,
furious and wild,
Bringing forth thoughts
of when I last smiled.
Winds spurring on,
prodding and nudging,
Giving strength to my flight,
gone is all trudging!
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