March Weather
Photo credit: Scott Cain "March Weather" The sun was out today But the wind whittled its way Through the clothes where I hide Leaving me cold on the inside Of the bones That carry me home Shivering towards the nest Searching for warmth search me for rest In the room blankets to spoon Nuzzle them in towards a downy slumber My place at last to saw logs into lumber Down into a dream Woven with who it might seam Building frames together Not thinking much beyond March weather