----wind unseen takes form in snarling havoc
on a dormant volcano monadnock,
rousing rabble to a fevered pitch
jostling trash bins, putting ice on every hitch,
testing hinges and humpday's saddle
frostbitten reins in canoe sans paddle,
pushing what into where, whistling creaks
draw chaos---------& order speaks,
ice motes drive or dally floating haphazard
crow high, my perch perfect for such blizzard
yesterday pulled pavers, made patterns
undone reform thought, austere as a lecturn,
and so unlike the fir, unfurling wildly thrashing air
yet losing no limb nor cone, debonaire
as a stunt cosmos doing its own unravelings
under silver laced mist, given body in sculpted hobblings,
slowed to a point of stasis
upon which reality has basis
wind everseen, how clean the forest floor at night
through ages-tested branches, embodying might.
Mt Tabor Oregon
12-8-16
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