wind…

she is alive…

hearing her howl,

feeling her wrath

snake

         through me…

 

there are

stories

of her,

told to children,

heard

      from the trees…

 

older than the mountains,

she is force,

she is fear,

she is life,

 

i bow

         humbled…

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