Pouncing Wind of the North
Pouncing wind of the North, what's the unexplainable folly
for enacting a surly deed?
Stripping my stately pines
of their verdant leaves,
give back their esteem!
Impetuous is your haste,
immutable and imperative,
impairing these sentinels
that guard the feeble ones,
but you immolate and leave!
Pouncing wind of the North, what's your miscreant animosity?
Diminish your implacable rage and wrath;
this grove which abundantly grew,
shouldn't grieve and not feel more dew;
compassionate them and depart!
Disclose your bitterness
before Nature retaliates your fury,
deduce your foolishness and prevent damage;
submit to its wishes and change course,
tomorrow underneath their shade they'll ravish!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew crisci
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