Wind

Last night I dreamt again,

Awoke to find the house

Shuddering, windows

Alive in their frames,

The whole a stew of

Unanchored sound,

There was barely a periphery

Between wind and tree,

Or where the raven sky

was bound, All was

Unfeatured, just the

Carcass yowling, the

Whined insistent whittling-

Its sinew-assaulting cry,

The plum set to fall,

And a dull delirious 

howling.