Declaim the Wind! 

Declaim the wind, 

the constant source 

of force and friend 

alive withstanding 

rise of awesome 

rending racket 

of slender bough 

all surrender bent, 

doubled over 

like old kidneys 

or innards while 

all else speedfloats away proudly 

profuse in overuse, 

vast trash heap rapidfire 

dispersal horizontal toward untouchable horizons made deaf 

to dark by night! 

Your gusts intermittent coax tall white pines 

to remember snows long gone about to come 

like blanket whistles antiaudible whooshing sliding crescendos advancing to gray sun of silent flurried dawn, by noon to fog the dimlit disc 

amid the pallid ashen sky! 

A stillness now but only seen as kinetic array of jostling every whichaway of flake cruising buglike all but down, 

to profess a crystalline likeness of diamondcoat 

by moonlight time. 

That speedladen wave, your cousin, our mutual only friend, lakewater's daughter and the playmate 

of every lonesome leaf.