
The wind around me rages
March is practicing
For her arrival
Tree branches swaying
Weaker ones hurl
As if in protest
To being awakened
From a winter’s sleep
Syllabic Verse

The wind around me rages
March is practicing
For her arrival
Tree branches swaying
Weaker ones hurl
As if in protest
To being awakened
From a winter’s sleep
Syllabic Verse