The Moaning of gale-speed winds
sends mountain snow to it's knees
while formidable boulders stand their ground
The lake, foaming and writhing
      The erosion opponent scraping for revenge
krummholz and scrub bend
but hold fast
hands rooted in the soil

my coat billows
my ears whistle
Me; surrounded by the power of a giant sneeze
forcing tears from my eyes
joy or fear, I know not.