Will of the Wintry Wind...

we woke to the wild will of the wind this morning!

all man powerless against its force.

we can muster the might to bear its bluster and batten down hatches

but we cannot thwart or deter that invisible fiend

Wind’s wild wail rakes hill and dale

Rouses sleepy russet leaves

Wakes the world with wrath unfurled

Rattling windows, doors and eaves

Riles the tops of bristled copse

Shrieks across earth’s living room

Tugs at hoods and bundled broods

Hustled by a bully’s broom

Rumbles, roars through out-of-doors

Like a freight train without form

Lunges, lashes, plunges, splashes

Like a sea tossed by the storm

Rankles, rages, rips at pages

Pressed like pansies in a book

Rough shod artist flings a heart-twist  

Into every nook and brook

 Puddles rippled, silver-stippled

Sweeps a sheet of streets, roofs, yards

Double-decker trouble-wreaker

Strews rubble through boulevards

Shakes and shivers brakes and rivers

Not a shred of courtesy

Pulls and pushes the bulrushes

Frazzles frothy filigree

Rosins fiddles bronze and brittle

Made of sticks and prairie grass

Steals our shingles, peels back wrinkles

Fills our fists with teenage sass

Keens desires for home-fires

And its world of simple joys

Makes us gladder for each other

While the wind its will employs

© Janet Martin