Wind Songs

Wind Songs by Eric Ashford

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Wind Songs

Butterflies in the park
but the wind is too strong to see them.

Some look like flowers
that appear only in Spring,
some like spinning leaves in Autumn.

We are strangers in this park
and the colour of love
is a wind-song we make visible.

Life is a poem,
a brief butterfly
that paints the sky.

Some of us are words for the wind,
some of us are wings for words
as the world spins by.

It is enough.