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WIND SONG
When the wind blows
The quiet things speak. Some whisper, some clang, Some creak.
Grasses swish. Treetops sigh. Flags slap
and snap at the sky. Wires on poles whistle and hum. Ashcans roll. Windows drum.
When the wind goes — suddenly
then,
the quiet things
are quiet again.
Lilian Moore
23rd
MARCH
W E AT H E R
Wind in pines wind on water wind in rushes wind on feather
Sun in leaves sun on loch sun in reeds sun on duck
Rain in trees rain on river rain in moss rain on eider
All one morning all together
in an hour March weather
Tessa Ransford
MARCH
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