The perfect breeze blew by

I almost missed it

I was just about to go inside

When then around the bend

She came

And lifted gently at my hair

Caressed my cheek as though

I were her child

She lingered with me momentarily

Then kissed a light goodbye

And wandered on

She rustled all the leaves

In me

And all the trees

A dusk enchanting song

And as she swept the clouds 

And flew the swallows round

I thanked the night 

For keeping me so long

Sara Mathews     June 2019

Boreas ~ John William Waterhouse