winds

All day long the wind
howled. The blinds rattled
and curtains bloomed
into the room. The doors
on the shed creaked.
 
It was supposed to be spring
but the wind was cold.
Biting, even. And yet
the sky was blue
and everything sunny.
 
Then there were flurries.
They didn’t last long.
Flakes melting as soon
as they hit the ground.
Or our clothes.
 
I don’t mind the wind.
I don’t mind how
I need to lean into it
face first. After all,
wind has its uses.