poem of the day March 1

The wind brought

cold new air from 

as far away as Canada

Strong gusts all night

rattled the windows as

the old  house valiantly fought 

to keep out the frigate drafts

Now dawn, the wind still lingers

on the tips of tall trees

with a howl that sounds

like a band lost whistles 

The new cold morning brings

a crispness to the farm