In a small boat
afloat on an inlet sea
I see the wind
scallop the waves
with tiny white bubbles
It cools my cheek
with the same vigor

On an adjacent shore
wild, red roses
adorn a trellis of sorts –
a rock wall
lacy with age
and covered in moss
looks a little like Christmas
and a lot like blazing summer

The breeze rustles serrated leaves
then rushes to caress my skin
teasing my clothing
to come and play

But it does not fill
my sail too full
this breath of the heavens
for I am strong
and I am the one
who decides
where I go

So play with me
dance with me
as you will
bright zephyr

I, too, will rise

Thank you, Suzanne, for the prompt!

If you’d like to read another poem about the name of this blog, click here.

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