Singing Wind Poem by Peter S. Quinn

I hear the wind singing
an engaging melody,
throughleaves bringing
songs of hours to be.

The day is soon night
in the flight of the air,
and sky will be in light
all around again here.

Then it becomes dark
dreams become true,
in a glow of its spark
when dim comes through.

It's a dreamy fantasy
of something far and new,
like a gusty symphony
that plays for only you.

I hear the wind singing
its strings of full air,
together verses bringing
from winds everywhere.

What is there in deep
that makestones clear,
and songs for me to keep
of moments that I hear.