Winter Wind.. Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Oh blow, blow and sing
you destiny of fall,
you are sweet and caring
through a moment's call.
So much is your stake
and the flow of evermore,
your call in each wake
like waves to ashore.

Oh blow, blow now night
into the dim of yon,
until the day is bright
and the sun will shine on.
Each day into evening
when playful winter's breeze,
again in dim will sing
and blow through bared trees.

Oh blow, blow now a song
of peaceful lasting hum,
so we may dream on long
in the sleep of peaceful strum.
It's much of here to take
and give a tone new,
and make me still awake
until it's done with you.