March Breeze

March Breeze 

passing into Spring 
Winter 
By one tenacious loop 
Of a plastic grocery sack 
Clutches a naked plum tree branch Twisting, billowing, spinning 
Cursing and 
snapping 
Then 
is driven into snowmelt-swollen ditchwater 
Rushing away with seasons 
A budding plum tree I say
Convinced of spring

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  1. I have loved this poem from the first time I read it. What a joy to read it again tonight … finally found how to navigate your website.

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