Red Wind Poem by Kevin Maroney

What a red wind breaks through the morning,
a coyote's howl, has he been storing.
This nature speaks again to me
once again, it's not filled with glee.

As the dawn breaks, they hide with their prey,
as the creeps of the night stalk quietly away.
Yet now come hawks and flies,
to bite, chew, gnaw, and scythe.

What is nature, is it a calming breeze?
Is it this well trimmed grass to tame a wild tree?
Or is it something murderous, crazed,
to scratch at the heart and make it alive, while grazed?

The biting wind or howling sun,
each is the same, not worse better one.
The elements spin a winding harp,
to cause those living to live so sharp.

It's music enchants, puts us out of motion,
yet still does move our own emotions,
from love, hate, passion, and fear,
all we can be thankful for is we are here.

Yet still, hovering above, through it all,
can we be assured our souls will not fall.....