Bree’s coming Over Tonight

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.”



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