As a “tribute” to the winds of March that blustered and bullied us here in New England this past weekend..
The March Wind
Tis the lion’s roar we feel this day
as the March wind so bitterly bears the freeze
sure as cold it be, as the witch’s heart
unlike the warmth of a young April’s breeze.
To the bone and more the chill does set
and from but a few their spirit all will squeeze
for no comfort be found in a weathered space
nay, not in such harsh degrees!
Through the day and evening’s hours
comes the howl as if off a banshee’s cry
and of our prayers for it to cease or ease
leave us here to ask but why?
What have we done to earn this fate
that now saps the young and spry
that will lay the old and tired down
and have the birds too cold to fly?
How have we sinned to feel such pain
that trembles us head to toe
that humbles yet the proudest soul
with a dread to outside go?
While the hearth is warm and the food be hot
does not the inside’s fire show
that there on the outside of our doors
the wicked March wind doth blow?
With more of a bitter bite we’ve felt
than all of winter’s winds til now
should we not be praising of our good luck
and not to a March wind downward bow?
So if the whims of nature hold no care
as to the when nor where nor how
shall not then, the next March wind I feel
fulfill my warm and new sworn vow?
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