w i n d 's s t o r m

i felt a rush in my head as

the barometric pressure

dropped rapidly.

it'd been warm for a few days in

 february.

the groundhog month.

the shortest month.

the love month.

the month of betrayal.

every february i am beguiled

as her cold grey churlish character turns docile and

sunny days move through

beckoning  me to clean garden beds,

plumping buds and forcing bulbs to emerge

from the comfort of their sleepy little burrows.

the  siren song of a warm friendly south wind

changed the tune of the chimes hangin on my porch.

and with rake in one hand and trowel in the other

i stand fighting my urge to make plans,

and get busy.

until this day,

again this day

when february laughs at me,

turns round once more and with a playful BITE

comes rushing back from the
West NorthWest

crashing into the warm south visitor
and pushes 'er OUT!

i heard her comin.

it was dusk when i heard her

blustering through the cedars,

whipping rain and snow in furious spits.

as we went to bed that evening, i opened the sash just a whisp

to hear her moan and whistle as she blasted by

slapping the tin on the roof of the barn

clangin all the chimes and threatening

to push down a tree or knock out the electricity

i snuggled under the down and smiled.

she didn't get me. 

nope.

i got a lot done while she was gone, and now i need a nice little break

to plan for the real spring

comin right behind her.