These Spring Winds...(Early March,2021) Poem by DM W

O these spring winds seem
To be breathed out by strange gods!
I almost picture
The opening of their jaws.
Keen, soft light seems to
Flash from their imagined teeth.
I should feel renewed.
But, like a hungry, dark beast,
Paranoia stalks
The fresh and innocent air.
Discarded items
Like sunglasses, syringes
And empty beer cans
Lie across this powdered beach.
Blazing memories
Of last summer still linger.
Overhead, seagulls
Hover like cool assassins.
This beach is dream-like.
Soon skies will darken. Nightmares
Will begin again.
I sense doom in old fish bones.
I sense the coming
Of violent seas in a world
That is sadly out
Of joint and out of season.