Story last updated at 3/19/2014 - 1:36 pm
Winter wind yowls at the window.
Like a hexadactal cat,
it teases and tortures the frame
and with freakish strength,
demands entrance and subservience.
Winter wind hammers ancient hemlocks.
Like a smithy's monstrous maul,
it batters muscled boughs,
twists them into grotesque shapes,
and slams them shattered to earth.
Winter wind fouls feathered flight.
Like a jealous suitor,
it offers the fretful swallow a soothing lift,
the regal eagle a lofty view and with sudden violence, dispatches both in graceless stalls.
Winter wind decorates channel swells.
Like a playful waif,
it dances across the roiling surface,
whipping crests into salty froth and with skirls of spray,
heckles the foolhardy mariner.
Winter wind defines the season.
Like a shrieking harridan,
it scours the icy basin of its birth,
screams through rocky defiles and with a final rippling trill,
lies spent on the ocean plane.
By Richard Brigman