We sing along with the wind
as it pampers our skin, seasoned
from days in the sun. The leaves
rustle in accompaniment
as if the evening knew the rhythm
already. Perhaps
it merely borrows the tune
from us,
breath tied together on the breeze.
© 2022 | Phillip Knight Scott
Written for dVerse – Monday Quadrille #149 – ‘Tis the Season. Also with pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge #923 (pamper)
Often Mumbled Musings 
I love these lines,
“as if the evening knew the rhythm
already. Perhaps
it merely borrows the tune
from us,
breath tied together on the breeze.”
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Loved this Phillip. The words just flow together.
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Our breath tied with the wind and all of the rest, such organic harmony. Beautiful poem, Phillip.
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Whatever the source of this duet (or more exactly, chorus), being in harmony with nature should be a priority.
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Excellent quadrille Phillip. I found you breeze perspective on the word season to be most effective.
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Lovely 👍
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