Uncaring Wind

The sun is shining, day is fair,
strong wind attempts to kidnap hair.
I've waited for this sunny day,
why can't the wind have stayed away?
He blows the blossoms off the trees,
and almost knocks me to my knees.

I need to hoe, I need to sow,
and do not want the wind to blow.
He grabs my hat and tosses it
and teases as I run for it.
My garden thinks that I'm a shirk.
It's wind that keeps me from my work.

Easter is just a week away,
when grandchildren will want to play
and hunt for eggs on my neat lawn.
I'm firmly saying, "Wind be gone"!!!
The weeds are growing every minute,
the garden weeps that I'm not in it.

My time schedule is so awry,
as April's simply rushing by.
Wind had winter and early spring,
to huff and puff and do his thing.
I think he's really very mean
not to give up and leave the scene.

By Joyce 4/14/03