WEATHER POEMS
"Edge of March"
Snow dusts peaks in brittle shrouds,
Winds bite cold through towering clouds,
Ridges gleam with frost’s tight hold,
Sunset flares with spring’s faint gold—
A fleeting blush on icy streams,
Warmth that teases, lost in dreams,
Night creeps back, stars sharp and bold,
Brief hope fades, the dark takes hold.
