That Morning Breeze

Warm breeze

Brushes my face

Like a full feather


Completely needed


In this warm climate.

Covers you like an

aura of mystery,

A never ending spray

of freshness,

Hits your ears as if

whispering sweet

nothings to you.

Keeps sharing

that freshness

seemingly cool

in this much

needed space,

filling the vehicle

with hope

To start the day!

Green Cane Palms, from my sister’s garden

5 thoughts on “That Morning Breeze

  1. That warm breeze…feeling the vehicle with hope. YES! This poem, too, is like a warm breeze – brushing past me, bringing with it happiness and joy, and moving on past. Beautiful!

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