Chinook

You blow into town

on a Friday afternoon

careless and impudent

with a warm, knowing caress

that chases the chill from my January neck.

You live, you breathe

(so warm)…

you pursue me without pause

all Saturday and Sunday.

Monday you leave me

with a  chaste,

chilly kiss,

and a spring promise

unfulfilled.

by Tara Munn