Bright Wind

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.