Wind Poem by Thomas King

Eerie voices creeping around corners and eaves,
Laughing and whispering their promise of the coming storm.

Crying frustration at the trees that grasp but can not hold,
Tearing leaf from limb as it passes.

Turbulent passage through alleyways and streets,
Spiraling into devils against all who dare resist.

Carried away with reckless abandon into the night
And blowing straight to the sea
To rejoice as a gale to finally be free