Winds of love

I sit and feel the breeze caress  
It bends and sways the grasses heads
the tall reeds by the waters edge
that conceal the moorhens egg
 
The dance that sways the springtimes branch
the falling blossom down and upward prance
that quiet carpet softly tread  
stirs all the pastels, all the whites, the pink the reds
 
It drives the hail into your face  
that rythmic drum that pounds the roof
a squall, quaffing affections  tousled shoots
soon gone, ice rink cold so quickly melts
 
Zephers carry fortune in its sails  
s'westerly close to the gale
though some are wrecked and some are saved
the teeth biting like the crashing wave
 
The Beaufort scale that bring light airs
that rustled the flowery dress she wears
that brought my life the turbulence
a weather vane, towards or away from charm it veers
    
 A gilded cock atop the spire  
the arrow points towards the repercusions dire  
that wind to bring that rising roar
to batter your heart with its force