WIND

Like a thief in the night
it comes unexpected
moving fast and furious
Like a mountain lion
ready to attack its prey
You can't see it, but
you feel its power
and hear its howl
as it slashes through
trees,  breaking branches
and twisting limbs
The mighty March wind
Like the sound of ocean waves
crashing against a sandy shore
doesn't relent, but presses on
until it meets the calm
on the other side
of the storm