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Approaching Autumn


What a breeze blown by mysterious force

swirling around my flesh with artful touch

feeling so soft, yet moving everything ~


What breeze swirling by another’s choice

caresses my cheek as though potters clay

molding so gently my hair to my skin ~


What breeze embraces gently as it comes

feeling its way over my shoulders dancing

giving so easily then withdrawing as a dream ~


What breeze feeling too cool in this moment

warming so suddenly that it catches my breath

returning as seasons allow longing for the autumn ~


Karen Quinn 2003 rev 2013


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