Wise Old Howl Poem by Anthony Joseph Erangey

Hallowed harbinger sublime,
Of change and currents,
Billowed.
Whispering, roar,
Bequeath-er, guest spore,
from flora galore.
Speak, and tell all, that you've witnessed.

Gentle, cruel, no deception,
Wrestling beneath,
Oaks groan.
Silence has bowed,
to kiss the cloud,
Masked, with veil and shroud.
Spare me please from your miseries.

Hoister of wings and houses,
Indiscriminate,
Fly zone.
Twinned cold and warm,
Agent of storm,
Rider with swarms.
Not one of us can see fate’s chariot.
None may know the riddler of sails, tranquil-led.
Perhaps it is deemed, that we cannot conceive,
neither shape nor size. Though, all know your wail,
you wise, old howler, of change.