The Windy Month of March

That phrase is certainly proving true this year for us in North Florida. Today...clear, blue, cold but warm in the sun, but the wind is strong enough to blow you over! If this wind was part of a tropical system, I would be one nervous cat, but it is a winter wind and full of spring, and so I am enjoying it.

My favorite poem (or one of them) is by Robert Frost, and here it is:

Wind and Window Flower

Lovers, forget your love,
And list to the love of these,
She a window flower,
And he a winter breeze.

When the frosty window veil
Was melted down at noon,
And the cage-ed yellow bird
Hung over her in tune,

He marked her through the pane,
He could not help but mark,
And only passed her by
To come again at dark.

He was a winter wind,
Concerned with ice and snow,
Dead weeds and unmated birds,
And little of love could know.

But he sighed upon the sill,
He gave the sash a shake,
As witness all within
Who lay that night awake.

Perchance he half prevailed
To win her for the flight
From the firelit looking-glass
And warm stove-window light.

But the flower leaned aside
And thought of naught to say,
And morning found the winter breeze
A hundred miles away.