Notice To The Wind ( Archived) (3)

I’ll not be blown like a leaf
Suffering your whimsical grief.
Here nor there, a circular dare
Tempting, the powers that be.
You can push and shove
And show me no love,
But I remain like a cliff,
In your way, but adrift.

Flotsam and jestom,
The rejects of correction
Join in my insurrection
As I cast a boulder at Fate.
A giant of means can’t relate
To the dance of a warrior,
Dervish from dawn to dusk.
Another day, in many ways,
Older, yea, and finer than
A bottle of Dom Perignon.

Did she wonder at my audacity?
Did Mother Nature get nasty,
When her plans were thwarted
By an elf, who joyously cavorted
Naked in the cold winter sleet
What more can I do
to make Her wrath complete?

Poke Her with a sharpened stick
Bleed her dry, bloody pool thick
Take Her for a ride on the back
Of Her own wild, nightmare steed
And then to that beast Her feed.