BRASS AND WIND
BRASS AND WIND
Let flesh and breathe invoke the bold
Music flow from brass and gold
As the oak trees dance and woodpeckers tick
And bark chipped swiftly click by click
Where ovals dance a slow rich waltz
And half circles turn in mellow saltz
Where quarters spent on only joys
Split to eighths of bounding toys
And laughs erupt from we who spend
Our joyful time with brass and wind.
Haiku
