Springtime Wind

I'm blown from bulky homemade sweaters
Into cotton t-shirts,
Shrieking as the wind
Shakes
The last of the snowflakes
From the tree tops
And deposits them
In
Gentle
Raindrops,
Warm
Round
Splattery
On my wind-mussed head.
The wind warms my wintered
Joints as I skip them
Back to life in the
Moist mud field which
Gulps
At my feet,
Looking for
Something
To grow.