Multifarious Wind

The wind is a Giant. He chases clouds, sends them scudding across the sky, seduces trees to sway sylphlike as a ballet. Flags become flapping, snapping whips in his grasp. The wind is a Devil. He uproots trees, bends and twists them into pretzels, crushes dreams, flattens homes into piles of kindling and slings raindrop bullets against windowpanes. The wind is a Kitten. He lifts kites high then sends them dipping and diving, scatters dandelion fluff to seed far and wide, wails and moans as a banshee and rattles bare limbs like dry bones. The wind is a Lover. He caresses the back of my neck, whispers secrets in my ear, massages my scalp as he ruffles my hair and kisses my cheek on his way to everywhere.