Response to Nitoo Das's 'March Wind'

The whiff of the wind reminded her of something
From the beginning this one thing was clear.
For her March was a month unlike the others.
Maybe a month of love, of pain or of fear.
It was the March wind that brought back her memories.
Sweet as honey, bitter as hemlock
The wind hit her and reminded her of everything.
Leaving her mind in a block.
For others it might be the wind of comfort.
Of fruit and flower bearing season.
But to her it bought a whirl of emotions
Twirling in her mind, driving her out of reason.
The questions of her past that once haunted her.
The ones that seemed unsolvable.
They could all be answered now, that too well within reason
Maybe that's what made this march wind so impossible.

I can't feel exactly what she does.
But now march wind seems different to me too
Now different emotions run fast through my bloodstream
As past me caressingly it blew.