The wind comes rustlng through the trees
And whistles wildly mongst the breeze
It echoes up and down the streets
Embracing everyone it meets
The cool night air is muscling in
Tis time to take it on the chin
The Ides of March will soon be here
Lets try to keep our options clear
The winter wind must fade away
Before the spring will come to play !
Claire V. Bogdanos 