You asked for wind, 
you got gale force–
even if you petitioned
for threat of rain, mostly. 

This morning, the mulch
delivery is delayed, branches
brought down yesterday.

This morning, you discover
what your spellwork cost:
The dragonfly bird bath
broken into a coven

of pieces. You
had the nerve
to conjure wind. 
Nature didn’t leave
you unanswered.