Trifecta Week Eighteen

Here's Trifecta's challenge for this week and my response:

Mid-March Storm

Wheeze and peal

trail up from the quarry.

I thought that graffiti'd shack

had been abandoned. 

On the culvert's far side, a man, 

made tiny by distance,

plays the accordion.

On my side, the tips

of the hedge are clotted

with snow like full-blown dandelion.

I blow and wish.