Gathering Apples

Black March

I have a friend
at the end
of the world

His name
is a breath
of Fresh Air

He is dressed
in grey chiffon
at least I think
it is chiffon
it has a peculiar look
like smoke

It wraps him round
it blows out of place
it conceals him
I have not seen his face

But I have seen his eyes
they are as pretty and bright
as rain drops on black twigs in March

Black March
I call him
because of his eyes being
like March rain drops on black twigs

But whatever
new names I give him
he is still an old friend
he says

Whatever names
you give me
I am a breath of fresh air
a change for you

- Stevie Smith

Happy Spring!