Young Wind
Young wind
Hardly noticed hiding in plain site
Whispers across my face, disrupting concentration
Playfully lifts a strand of hair and tries to own it
But it’s merely a fledgling
Wafting inside to find a lesser challenge
It confronts the drapes that barely move with its passing
With a small sigh
The Young wind withdraws,
Slips away
Returning to the gusting storm
Joining the effort to conceal
The skeleton of the Summer sun
Copyright © Janet Lorenzo | Year Posted 2015
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