Tuesday, May 04, 2010

The wind takes every risk
rages past ragged cliffs
marries sky to land in a bond of ice
tears out,
roots up,
raises hell,
laughs like tinkling knives.
Through wicker limbs he's howling,
the maniacal bard,
at every chaos left in the breakneck path,
so consumed is he with leading apace
and without remorse.