On a March evening setting fast into the west

The sun sets its sail and the moon seeks rest

For the wind so stilled throughout the day

Returns tonight to wreak what havoc it may

To vibrate the windows like the buzzing bees

To shake the birds loose from the naked trees

For me I am content in a soft warm bed

To dream of spring; let the world out of my head

To save the warmth for the next new day

To sleep now and in dreams find my way