I am not of the Wind

I am not of the wind
so invisible so mercurial
Where do you come from?
How is it you touch me
brushing against my skin
tousling my hair?
How can you be so violent today
and so soft tomorrow?
I watch as you batter
the tree branches
whipping them this way that way
back and forth
back and forth
Do the trees cry for mercy?
I hear broken branches pounding
on my roof
I watch as backyard chairs
are tossed backwards into
my little plants
I listen to the metal flower wreath
thrashing against my front door
Your fury tightens my heart
You have all the power
I can only sit and watch as you
run wild over the earth