Poem--Premonition

Oh Wild Wind, potent and restless—
Why do you haunt me thus?
Fluttering open concealed thoughts
Like the leaves of a dusty book;
Raking up the leaves of memories,
Long dead, buried, lost, forgotten;
Your touch: neither caress, nor kiss—
But an icy slap upon face and limbs;
Your voice: no whispering melody
But a howling shriek of fury and anguish…
No more the mischievous prankster,
But an angry, mighty Avenger—
Tearing at my tresses and clothes,
Cracking panes and felling trees;
Oh Harbinger of Thunder and storm,
Do you bring tidings of a sister-tempest
In my life and heart?
Destroyer, Creator—Say you?—
That this, the price of a mighty Love
That both crowns and enslaves me:

That all I know and cherish,
All around and within …
Will be blown and washed away…
And I, begin life, anew?