Unnatural cool breezes blow
through the open windows and doors.
The palms silently wave
As the fresh breeze moves them.
Gathering sensuality from the blue skies
And laughing waves
The gentle wind reminds us
Of all we have
Of all we celebrate
Of all we are grateful for
In our microcosm of life.
We move with the wind
And feel it’s breath on our brows
We lay on the lounges
Sun in our eyes
As it envelopes us
In the sweet scent of spring.
By Deborah E. Dayen
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As much as I do not like Spring, this makes me yearn for it a bit:
“In our microcosm of life.
We move with the wind
And feel it’s breath on our brows
We lay on the lounges
Sun in our eyes
As it envelopes us
In the sweet scent of spring.”
This is beautiful, Deb.
Thanks so much trE. So honored, coming from you.
You’re most welcome. *big hugs*
This was beautiful. You really should write more poetry
Thanks!!!!
Mmmmmm. Good. We do have much to be thankful for.