Angry wind,

hungry wind –

wresting fealty

from trunk

and limb

and ragged

crown.

Inside,

ignore serrated

howls…

Count each

breath –

one in,

one out.

For each limb

sundered,

plucked, and

tossed —

in one,

out one,

outward and

unbounded.

Bless

the sheltering

trees.

 

— C.Birde, 2/19