When winds blow warmly, sweetly, I
Have an affinity for sky;
Without more than the slightest shove
I’ll rant of April, whom I love.
If this should weary, I will say
A kindly thing or two of May.
Yes, in the spring, when winds are soft,
I turn a happy eye aloft,
But you may take right out and bury
This lowering sky of January!
by Ray Romine Tuesday, January 15, 1952
