I love the wind

It fills me up and
gives me strength

This night is different

There is no rain
Yet trees thrash
knocking windows
scraping the side of the house
A pathetic call
as if I am to rescue it
Bring it inside for a cup of tea
to settle its nerves

Or maybe a warning
Don’t wander too far
lest I be carried away
A rag doll knocked around
loosely cradled in wind’s
wide arm, a howling way
to go, lifted unmercifully
to unkown place
Left in a heap, crumpled
from the journey
Scarred and bruised
Only a faint whistle
to remember my place

I love the wind
but not tonight