The March wind did not come in March, instead
it came today.
It blew and whistled like a loggerhead
or donkey’s bray.
I tried so hard to rake decaying leaves.
Each time I tried
the wind kicked up and that caused me to sneeze
until I cried.
I threw the rake aside to wait for wind
to cease to blow
and when it did I looked about and grinned.
Where did they go?
Those leaves! Not even one left on the ground.
March wind is the best help that I’ve found.
Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols