Air In Its Blow Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Each day by day is going unbroken through
Longwinded wasp and providing with its sting
What stumbles me its harmony can't sing
Or anything of worthy bringing new
I trust its nature's in marauding caught
With unbroken drag of air in its blow
Nothing that provides in breezy flow
Seldom are such fevers anything taught

Each is same where wind just comes to be
Gives from nothing that it drags through air
With its speedy play of flight unbroken
Somewhere its spirit comes to set free
The calked sandstones its waves will snare
And what between is trapped in tone stokin’