The Breeze

Standing on the Balcony, the stones are cool under my hands as I lean gently against its curvature

My dress of velvet red caresses my skin as it forms against me,

 flowing down draped as that of the bride

A droplet of cold dew drips from above me and cascades down my bosom,

sending a shiver down my back

My hair of deep auburn waves gently in the breeze,

 with smells sweet of lavender wafting and I close my eyes

The cool morning breeze washes over me,

 and the smells are pleasing

The windswept hills roll in the distance gently like that of the sea early in the morn

The Hever Castle was magnificent is magnificent,

as I stand back and see myself now as though I am observing a spot in time

Although a lady, I recall as a child running through the garden and hiding among the lovely flowers and the Yew maze.

The smells captured me of their freshness,

as I am captured now by the breeze

Carolee Dennis-Woosley

March 2010