The March wind
so different from the
gentle, later,
spring breeze.

Pushes, and strong arms
it’s way out of winter.
There is a strength that’s needed
for this change.
   To blow away the snow,
      the leaves that have hung
         and refused to go.

This wind… it demands.
It refuses and is stubborn.
It makes a way for what is new.
Baptizing us with rain.