Wind Song

 

Once a fledgling she would
fall as leaves from trees
in the wood. Thy girl hast
lost her wistful twirling wind
doust bring and donned a
woman’s hood…
The wind song of noble man
is half as strong. In wooing thy
woman a momentous gust must
come if feet shall sweep beneath
gowns of gold grasping so said
flirtatious heart strings upon
her fall.