Several years ago I wrote a poem on a hot, sticky, summer night. As I sat on the small, screened-in porch, the cool wind began to blow, just as it has done today, and I penned these thoughts.
THE BREEZE by Brenda Byasse
Oh, there it comes!
I feel it now.
I can even smell the changes it has wrought.
From the heated, sticky heaviness
To the first whisper of relief,
I feel it now.
And the coolness it has brought.
The trees begin their dancing,
The bushes jump around;
The leaves can’t help but falling
Laughing to the ground.
As I myself am giddy
From earth’s long-awaited breath,
I rejoice with all creation:
Joy flows from my soul’s depth.
It speaks as it caresses,
My legs, my hair, my face,
And brings with it the treasure
From a cooler, distant place.
I feel it now.
apronsandappetites 
WOW, Bren,
Awesome poem!!
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Well done!!! It was nice to feel that breeze last night. I went outside and sat in the swing just to feel it on my skin. But the lightning came and I left. Today is better also – able to breathe 🙂
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BEAUTIFUL!!!!!! We have to appreciate the small things in life!!!! Stop and smell the roses or feel the gentle breeze!!!!!
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Nice…..you are a gifted writer…
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Great poem! Gotta love the breeze!
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Thanks you guys. What nice words. 🙂
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