Hemlocked Heart

Never tame, never predictable
Wild rivers race in the sky,
Turn and twist as they multiply,
Filling up the rabid unseen air

Howling silent in the wide night
Until they meet pure matter’s might,
Howl gains form, each rustle a blow,
Gusting giant waves charge home

The hungry wind does bellow so,
Hunting the neighborhood in woe
Searching through stripped branches
And rumbling leaves down the street

Rain comes and goes, so fickle
Yet wind remains a steady ripple
Of unrelenting wolves set running wild
Drenching each inch of air with savage force