Inspiration thanks for this one goes to Denise. Muchos gracios :)
The breeze
Foaming saltwater wavelets deliver to the shore,
A warm and rolling sweet-wind, magically born
She whips against the rock face, spurred on by the spray;
Crescendo's up on to the land to greet the break of day
Though gentle is her warm touch and gathering a pace,
I wave goodbye with sunkissed hand as she coolly twists away
She stokes up dusty shrub land and causes trees to sway;
Acquaints herself with metal birds and flowers just the same
Passengers permitted: Sound, Scent or Taste,
And powder puff seeds from dandelion clocks compete in natures race
When halted at the crossroad, a decision she should make;
To tunnel on in to a gale, or find a resting place.
(c) copyright Jane Edwards 2010
1 comment:
Most amazing jane. Don't know how you do it! Denise
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