When White Wind Sang

                   "When White Wind Sang"



Symphonies from my backyard chimes
Claimed frantic frigid tunes and maniacal rhymes.
Claps of snow thunder on my personal staged tundra,
Accompanied by howling waves during flurrying times,
Created a backdrop of long blue-shadowed trenches.
While roaming rural counties in a rapid race,
White Wind's wanderlust kept a frosty pace.
Pelting a perfect rhythm on my window pane,
This winter opera performed with wicked grace.
In character as one of the snow cloaked wenches,

A lone tree trembled when White Wind sang.