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.
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