March Winds

by Deb Strafuss
 
                                                
 
 
Lampost in snow

Signs of Spring                                                       
Buddha’s head peeks out at me
from “oer receding snows
It’s warm, yet a cold wind blows

The frozen signs of Christmas
lost to banks of January storms
are readable, not reachable,
anachronistic symbols
of time out worn.

El Nina blows across the snows
a devil in her fury
picking up the melting frost
hurling it aloft
storm-tossed she moves the moisture on
to other climes…  

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