no limb nor cone wind taketh

----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