As The Wind Plays Poem by Peter S. Quinn

As the wind plays
Its eternal harmony
Many tones and lays
Of floating on free
Tunes of ever songs
That the wind knows
And to no one belongs
In their infinity flows

Ringing times thru
Here gone tomorrow
Epochs of all too
Those chords do borrow
Some were for spring
Brightly tones on
Other in autumn sing
Till the shades are gone

Summer moods bright
Freshly pitches flowing
Fluffy and so light
In combinations going
Others moods are dim
Winter deep and dark
A little whimsy whim
In their Christmas spark!