The breath of the wind gently weaving through the trees.
Bending the reeds and grasses, Whispering across waters.
Shaping the clouds above, carrying the birds aloft.
Swirling song through space Time stands still.
A peaceful respite Cool breeze; so quiet.
Phillip Hunter Davis
Paul's Home Fashion
Product Of France
When I was a child I would lie in bed and watch the lace curtains billow and dance when the breeze caught them just right.
Earth Stripe~Rowan Knits
I am joining Faded Charm for White Wednesday