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