A Year in Judes life--March

March

*Remembering when a small child.
The howls and wails of the March
winds in the darkness.
Blankets pulled over my head
my mother shhhh
its only the wind
just the march
winds my son.

As if the wind
was not malevolent.
The garden tossed and blown
the early daffodils now lay flat
like mowed down soldiers.

later I understood
It was a battle of those giants
of nature the gods
of winter and spring
locked into a fight
to the death