Breeze
From the west comes a gentle breeze
Dancing the leaves in the stately trees
The scent of pine comes in its wake
Lovely perfume only nature makes
Blowing now on the meadow lake
Ruffling feathers on the resting drake
Flowing hair sweeps across the face
Moving the grass with a dancer's grace
Invisible sprite, but its path we see
A bit of magic this surely must be
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2014
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