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Kamál (Perfection), 1 ʻAláʼ (Loftiness) 176 B.E. Monday, March 2, 2020
Day 2663: March Winds. Write something about March winds. I once wrote a poem about March winds. Now 29 years later. I'm living in a different part of town listening to March winds again. The wind, blowing through different trees, sounds the same today as it did 29 years ago. Instead of trash cans standing at the curb waiting for the trash collector, there are dumpsters in the alley. It's interesting how my life has changed, but the sound of the wind hasn't. March winds, Bring April showers, That bring May flowers. Author Unknown March winds, Bring to our gardens exotic blends Of refuse rescued from the neighbor's trash, Bits of litter that hide under bushes Fertilizing, with their strange poisons, The early roses of spring. Bring April showers, That bring out of their secret bowers Swift bolts of energy that crash Into the sea's immortal depths Driving onto its baron shore The gold finned piranhas of night. That bring May flowers. Which, in the early morning hours, Are plowed under by monsoon showers. That suggest the power to quench dawn's light Comes through the use of material force, On the physical bodies of sun worshipers. |