I don't have a scrapbook page to go with this yet, but i have some ideas in my head. I did not want to let this get away, get lost, as some others have done, so i'm going to just put this up and come back to the page a little later...
Autumn Winds
Sitting at the grocers
I felt, all at once,
A delightful, delicious breeze
Rush past me, over me,
In one window and out the next.
Cool, as only fall could be,
Fresher, even, than the breath
Of the palest rose.
The breeze washed over me
Not like ocean waves,
But like a smile,
Or a caring touch,
A gentle kiss on my forehead.
© 2007 I Denise Tillman (9/16/07)
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