An Ill Wind

Outside our door a ravening
wind hurls the hot breath
of this summer day at our
wilting garden. It was as a zephyr
gentling the arid heat greeting us
earlier as we rambled the urban
morning forest. Ushering in a
new weather front, it is now
a virago, shrieking down the
chimney into the fireplace.
Its malice is such that it
heartlessly plucks petals 
from the garden roses and peonies
shredding foliage and laying low
shrubbery. The wicked partnership
of parching heat and merciless
wind play wretched havoc as a
barbarian offensive destroying
the cultivated civility of
evanescent beauty, brilliant
in its seasonal evolution, sad
to behold under these destructively
ill-tempered assaults.