Winds That Call

An untamed wind lifts up the skirts of trees, shaking them like wet-wash some old woman pins toward the sunlight It shrieks like silly adolescent girls It bends sound away from the ear Its breath is not nice, is laced with ice, unrelenting This devil wind pushes all the clouds out of the sky They lie about coming winter... mimicking the lamb of spring, concealing the bloody jaws of cold, drear forever death.