Breeze

Breeze A whiff of zephyr blows across the trees Swirls softly, upbeat, so salubrious It whispers Spring, heralding gentle breeze See budding blooms lift up heads, curious! Evanascent, pristine breeze swing this way Our flesh and soul both crave your soothing touch Each pore is thirsty, seeks your playful sway. Let us sniff in your joyful dulcet gush We know that hot winds shall take over soon With rising mercury distress will soar Cocooned indoors shall gasp in stifling noon perturbed the blaze may scorch us to the core Help us indulge in moments, rare so fine Your fragrance soaking in, placate us so That basking in your blissful scents divine Surrender to your kind refreshing flow Date Oct 2, 2016 Contest Poem in iambic pentameter Resubmitting for Brian Strands contest 257 max 32 lines Date Jan 3 2017 Footnote The eagerly awaited invigorating North Indian spring with its cool breeze is way too short lived , giving in soon to a raging summer with hot dusty winds.