These Windy Days of March March on

Sunday sonnet

The roar of wind gives way to cracking sound as branches fly about the angry trees. They say enough. These trees go round and round while warm and gusty days are sure to please.

White pines stand green against a low grey sky. Tops thick with clumps of cones swing out and back. All stuck with sap. Cones open wide. Seeds fly. Remember when they stained our fingers black?

By now the wind has blown the seeds to ground. Some plant themselves below in forest duff. Most eaten now. The birds and mice have found those pine nut snacks. I hope they ate enough.

The sun came up next morning. Sky’s bright blue. The crocus cracked Spring open wide. It’s true!

Thank you, The Daily Cuppa, for publishing these Sunday sonnets.