March Moods

Sometimes the wind is friendly,

As helpful as can be.

It gently dries my mother’s clothes,

And sails my kite for me.

Sometimes the wind is angry;

It slams the outside doors.

It breaks the treetop branches

While, lionlike, it roars.

Sometimes the wind is playful;

It blows away my hat

And makes me chase it down the street

Before I get it back.

Sometimes the wind is timid;

It tries to hide from me.

And since I cannot see it,

That’s as easy as can be!