Bright wind under sun-gleaming sky
on this of all days why do you thunder
the shutters, shudder the roof?
Do you want us to recall your ravages
even as earth resurges, assert your authority
over clinging things below?
(Do you not know this is the time
for gentle rebirth? Do you not
know we are far from the sea of your dominion?)
Does it please you, tearing heads from tulips
Forcing new-bloomed trees to bow
in wanton rain of pink-gold-white?
(Will you take me up and outward whirling
soul-flashing on your flight?)
Inspired by NaPoWriMo’s prompt: Write a poem of questions.