March winds blow

March winds blow

Sweeping the land new.

Detritus of winter’s past

Is brushed clean away.

Bitter wind from the mountains

Scouring the hills and vales.

I stand alone in it's wake

Cold, alone, and untouched.

The leaves of last autumn

Are swept from the streets.

But the remnants of my past

Continue to clog my soul.

Blow thru me March winds.

Cleanse the cobwebs from my heart.

Purge the doubts from my mind.

Make me clean again.

Purify me March winds.

Rage into the darkest corners.

Blast thru my barriers and walls.

Wipe my slate clean.

April rain drenches the land

Washing away the old.

Making the ground fresh and new

Ready for the plow and planting.

Flowers start to bloom.

Trees spout fresh leaves.

April rain brings renewal and growth

To repair winter’s blight.

Cleanse me too April rain.

Flood my soul with life anew.

Purge me from the drought

That plagues my cold heart.

Make me fresh fertile ground.

Let the seeds of life bloom.

Purify me, wash me clean.

Renew me with fresh hope.

March winds and April rains

Find me this year.

Let the torrents of Spring

Heal my winter’s pain.