Workshop poem, edited
Autumn Breezes Through
Those sighs, that haunt my days and warm my nights
drift with the breezes as they pass the eaves,
settling upon the daffodils in spring,
or nestling softly on the autumn leaves.
In sultry summer songs you sang in sync
with every moonlit crickets noisy trill.
In winters cold you could ignite a flame
by simply holding close , as lovers will.
Each season had it's moment in your grasp-
each spring or summer breeze, or winters gale,
but when the autumn leaves begin their dance ,
my soul longs for the warmth of your sweet kiss.
Each autumn breezes through reminding me
how much I miss your tender company .