Incessant has been the north March wind
It blows off the water and into my den
My house is darn cold
because this building’s quite old.
High winds, relentlessly pelting against my window pane.
While others get snow
I’ve no right to complain.
Yet the fact of the matter
is that these gusts cause a clatter
as they snarl and swirl that wild nor’easter, mad as a hatter.
Swelling seas, bringing waves, smashing seawalls that splatter up over and batter.
Hoping that brutal north force lies down like a lamb.
March into April, May and then June, soft gentle breeze, more than ready I am.