Quadrille: Bree’s coming Over Tonight — a Poem

 

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.

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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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