Invisible and yet so real,
My gentle breezy friend;
I always know you are passing by,
When the trees nod their heads.
When will you stop to shake my hand?
And reveal your faceless face?
You pass my way every now and then,
In your peculiar feline pace.
Heat boasts when you go to sleep,
In a brash and brazen way;
Then you surface to make me kip,
In a soft and soothing way.
Your joy is just a gentle wind,
That cuddles and caresses my skin;
Your anger is a violent blizzard,
That wreaks havoc like a brakeless train.
Beautifully crafted and lyrical. Thank you for sharing.
A lovely Quatrain! I would live to quote the last stanza of your poem, “Your joy is just a gentle wind/That cuddles and caresses my skin/Your anger is a violent blizzard/That wreaks havoc like a brakeless train”. Thanks for sharing such a fascinating piece of poetry!
Loaded with lovely lessons that are both creative and compelling! Well done my friend!
the breeze touch upon all of us in all forms.we feel it, we sense it, in fact, we exist on it...thank you dear poet for bringing these to the fore.
Great poem with a superb personification. Flawless flow and expression. Thanks you, Dear Frank. This is my fav poem now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem. Thanks for sharing.