King Wind

I bring some news to the lone coyote
out on the prairie seeking kith and kin,
I tilt at windmills like Don Quixote
but my royal command sets sails to spin.
 
And in Autumn's august lusty breezes
I strew my carpets with silver and gold,
and lift some skirts to gain my due curtsies
as I strip heads bare to show, don't be bold.
 
Here in my realm of brisk April showers
weathervanes point but they all point in vain,
from all directions I'll make you cower
and bow your head low to my royal rain.
 
I rule my lonely kingdom from on high
You'll never see me but, you'll hear me cry...