Mischievous Wind
sun drench in white lace
for a moment a daze face
zephyr promenade
the wind decided to play on its way
found its voice releasing its hold to say
whished a while round the ground there
disturbing the old mole's lair
old mole scowl round and round kicking the clay
a friendly tailwind and a deep breath out, the ground was a blur throughout
1/20/2022
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2022
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