The Not Much of the Breeze On My Arm
How absorbing are the noises as I wait
Rustling leaves mostly
It's so beautiful as the breeze picks up to cause them to flutter
Then settle
The sound is associated with a dry day
There is moisture within the leaf
But the outer is dry as bone
I'm beneath the tree watching the branches sway and swathes undulate
There's only a season for the leaves
and they'll begin to fall before Autumn is even announced
But the movement and music is there now
I'm on the ground just looking up and listening
But the breeze strokes my skin too
A gentle nudge to let me know I exist
Copyright © Di11y Da11y | Year Posted 2023
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