There’s a breeze blowing
over me as I swing
in my hammock. I hear
the wind chimes sing
bree bree bree brees.
Or maybe
it’s just me setting
my fancy free,
longing to see
Bree’s blow-
tossed curls sway
breezily as she walks
up the drive.
∞
dVerse – Poets Pub: Quadrille 10
Bjorn is hosting. “I have chosen breeze. I look forward to the most original usage. Come along and write 44 words exactly excluding title and use breeze somewhere in the main body of your poem.”
https://dversepoets.com/2016/05/30/quadrille-10/