Cycling

Cycling in sunshine
on a balmy March morning,
listening to bird song.

March Chills

Defiantly facing March chills,
like women gathering
in bright Spring bonnets
nodding and smiling;
daffodils.

March Winds

March winds sculpt late Winter’s snow
into drifts along the road
and balls of snow from laden trees
plummet to the ground below.

June

Cold, miserable, windy,
more like March than June.
I dead-head the roses.