March Wind
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Barry Middleton
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the march wind is stirring
and a spring tide awakes the sea
hope and blossoming are on the breeze
the air is growing warmer
as the sun at zenith rises higher
and the sky is a seamless shield of blue
I know this change so well
having counted three score and ten
I see that the span of winter is breaking
the icy prison is melting
to move aside for newborn souls
a pageant as old as this timeless zephyr
the march wind transforms
for now the winter fades and passes
and tears of death ascend to the clouds
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