Broad Strokes of Mind

I want to speak great gusts of wind,
Open the heart to full sail and soar
with a scream the tempest, cry the mind's eye
in a tear of hair from the beast
holding closed the door-
To moan the dog's groan, the breeze sigh,
Words of rain to explain the turning sky
with the sound of ground rising, a branch stretching lines
into wings, spirals of meaning
to wrap the world
in an angel of singing
grief, love, ache of rain
on the brain stinging-
Start it off with broad strokes of mind,
Grab the serpents that coil the world-
and unwind.