Awake, North Wind

The Wind has woken, it seems.
She is fury and fire and longing.
She is rage and redemption.
She is driven by Force invisible to
Scatter the ground and Fling the dust
In wrath filled ecstasy, delighting the doom.

She kisses the Earth and sends the ground flying,
like little arcane terrestrial creatures, piloting the skies
set free and unloosed, sedentary sleepers no more.
Hear the clapping chorus of sticks trees and stone
when her gentle breeze brushes and rushes in.
Feel the cosmic romance, where belief and betterment
are bounded now in Love.

Awake, north Wind! Come.
Make my garden breathe.