Totally Wind Blown Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I thought I was done
Into moods of my own
Already gone
Totally wind blown

With a through and through drift
Of wintry pathways
Markedly swift
In the moments of grays

But then you came along
Singing out of the blue
With your kind of song
And for me too

Something from the living
In streams of this cold
Pleasures inside giving
To life of earth unfold

You gave something to show
That I was worthy too
A little rose's bed glow
Laid in the colors true

Like I's something specific
Of this day on
A seed in ground - magnific
To become a tree in lawn