Blown Away

This day is blowing,
it's blowing away -
for the morning's gone!

It was blowing in gusts
that were fragrant with blossom,
and gusting with dust that was whirled
from the verges.

My mind joined the tossing,
was bright with the blossom,
was floating with dust
that had bordered the verges.

The morning has gone;
my mind's gone with it.