The Wind’s Only Recourse

The wind afire

Like a wild mare's ire,

Breathless in its heat

Which nothing can defeat,

Flying through windows

Banging through doors;

Ripping at branches

Threatening to tilt arches.

Smashing, growling and howling with full force

Only to know death as its only recourse.

Untara Shakira is a Literature Major and bibliophile. She also loves her cats and her coffee.