Fair the Winds

Summer wind, blow breezes fair, twine shining zephyrs in my hair.

Wreathe round rip'ning swelling fruit, dripping with delicious juice.

Tickle children in the sun, cuddle them when play is done.

Gently lift the owls in flight, dance in ghostly firefly light.

Autumn wind, with bluster main, roll leaves in my face again.

Rustle treetops, ruffle hair, throw seeded wings from here to there.

Let harvesters reap golden grain, refresh the soil with silver rain.

Greet the moon with brave delight, orange pumpkins' friend at night.

Winter wind cut clean, cut cold, right down to where bone meets soul.

Lack of color 'gainst my back, shades of blue and white and black.

Swirls of snowflakes touch my skin, I kiss the cold - but warm within.

I breathe you in with frosted breath, I scent your smoke with fire's death.

Springtime wind, come warm the land, give music to my flute in hand.

Listen to the melting snows, trickle where the clear stream flows.

Welcome geese in veeing skeins, twirl round copper weathervanes.

Sakura pink and lilac pale, peeping frogs, snake's shining scale.

Fair the winds that freely roam, rove with me, where'er I go.