The Roar of March

Ohiopyle Falls.

  

A soft moist air and a raw wind

fells the stone wall in the thaw

in this muscular reign of water this flood

of emotion this torrent of growth and hope

when the birds are wiping their beaks in the buds

and the Bucs are certain to win their division

and the river shatters itself in the valley

and the beauty you love loves you back.