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Cold Wind with March’s Warming Sunlight
Sunday sonnet
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Mar 9, 2025
Another cold and windy day could be
the last of them for now, or maybe not
the very last, though, Sun’s bright rays on me
shine longer each and every day. This spot
where freezing melts away like candlelight
sent begging of the snowpack, intervene
while leaves, pine needle cover, dirty white
ice crawls above the mossy newborn green.
Wind whips through branches full of swollen buds.
I listen to wind whip on frozen snow.
And soon, this all will melt, and then spring floods.
Please, cold and windy sky, the grass will grow.
Enjoy the chill, for soon we’ll feel some heat
and then I’ll kick these shoes straight off my feet.
Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.
