In The Zephyrs of Spring

Written for:  Go Dog Go Cafe
Tuesday Writing Prompt:  "whisper through me"
(posted by Devereaux and Beth)

As the zephyrs of Spring
tickle my neck and tease
my arms, I sense a bee-buzz
of anticipation around
my head like a crystal
aura.  I recall precious
moments of long ago.  Stand
still; close my eyes.  Your
warm breath whispers through me.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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