Icy March!

As I watch from behind the window

Pane, the snow piled high on the sill

Obscuring nature’s rage as its spill

Of rain and snow creating a gifted bow.

Winds howling,

Snow swerves swiftly,

Banging lustfully

Straining, swinging snowy

Hands hurtling against cement,

Glass, trees, and bushes, swiping

At everything to get in, bent

On gathering warmth to keep their breath.

The heat it garners strengthens

It’s momentum and spits

More icy pellets, flakes of wet snows,

And frozen rain drops.

Icicles drip over bare bushes,

Maples, oaks, evergreens,

All dipped in icy transparent sepulcher

Foretelling breaks and deaths.

Nature’s peaceful gown,

It’s stunning frozen blaze

Will, with time melt and glow

In the blooming spring in a faze.