Untitled Wind #2

Today the wind is high again,

And all the night, it

Carped at window and flue,

And set a bleating refrain

At doors and eves,

Dashing like pent water

Suddenly unbound,

To do what it must undo -

Unhinge us with its

Vehement muscular sound,

To steal fond familiarity,

And let abound a 

A single yawping thought

In any unreposed mind -

The full force

Of an ancient emnity

To finally come in,

And what was brought,

That, to immutably unbind.