I know this wind that shakes the trees
Converts, come spring, to April’s breeze;
I know it opens winter buds,
Crocuses, and eyes of spuds,
And brings out marbles, kites and skaters,
Garden tools and teen-age daters.
Knowing affects, though, not at all
Its rattling my morale in fall!
by Ray Romine Wednesday, April 25, 1951
