Waltzing with the Breezes

by Brianna G. Harte

The chilly air caresses my face

as it swirls through the park.

While it steals the softness from my cheeks,

it leaves behind a dry mark,

never wishing to be forgotten.

The breezes carrying its cool currents

dance with the leaves of the trees

lining the paths,

overjoyed to have company

whishing with its gentle howl,

forming a symphony few will appreciate.

When they can be free to waltz,

few people come out to be their partners.

It is only the leaves that will willingly

be the followers to their lead,

every so often leaving their abode

to be lost in the smooth art of dance

for the night.

Copyright © 2015 Brianna G. Harte. All rights reserved.

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