Zephyr's Silky Tendrils
Curling
around the house,
the breeze was unfurling,
moving dead leaves in its twirling
fingers, apparently
satisfied with
whirling
The dance
lured the lovers
to come out and romance
under the willow's shadowed trance,
soft whispers of the breeze
inspired their love's
warm glance
Showers
gently fall on
them, even as flowers
bloom open with piquant powers,
they laugh and enjoy love's
passionate few
sweet hours
The soft
zephyr played with
trees in the woods and croft,
with laughter ringing, it does waft
mingling with mild murmurs
of love in skies
aloft
The breeze
lingers to look
at the lovebirds and tease
them with silky tendrils that squeeze,
meandering with ease,
watching o'er them
'mid trees.
05.28.2021
Form: "Heptastich"
(Syllable count: 2.4.6.8.6.4.2 with rhyme scheme: abaacda)
For Constance La France's ""Z" contest: new or old"
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