Answer:
I am the red tongue of the earth, that buries cities.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams, my merest touch brings laughter
Used left or right, I get to travel over cobblestone or gravel. Used up, I vie for sweet success, used down, I cause men great duress.
At first I am a yellow weed in the lawn, and then the wind blows, and my white feathers are gone. What am I?
Though I wander the earth, I am no longer here. I am pale and I chill everyone near. Who am I?
I can only be played on a windy day