Xanthippe Wind

Outside the snow is falling fast

amidst the leaf-filled trees.

The xanthippitic wind is there

nagging winter on…

Inside my thoughts are in a whirl;

there’s winter in my soul--

reminding me three years ago

was when I lost my mom…

If snow was not now falling

and xanthippe wind not howling,

summer’s sun might fill my heart

with warmth of memories too.

In time, the snow will melt away

and spring will come again.

The wind will lose its nagging tone

and softly tease my thoughts--

Reminding me of spring’s rebirth

and promises eternal…