These Spring Winds...(Early March,2021)

O these spring winds seem To be breathed out by strange gods! I almost picture The opening of their jaws. Keen, soft light seems to Flash from their imagined teeth. I should feel renewed. But, like a hungry, dark beast, Paranoia stalks The fresh and innocent air. Discarded items Like sunglasses, syringes And empty beer cans Lie across this powdered beach. Blazing memories Of last summer still linger. Overhead, seagulls Hover like cool assassins. This beach is dream-like. Soon skies will darken. Nightmares Will begin again. I sense doom in old fish bones. I sense the coming Of violent seas in a world That is sadly out Of joint and out of season.