Playing with Mistral

I played tag with the wind coming down the hill.
I hid behind hedges, but he caught me at the crosswalk
And took my breath away as he unrolled my scarf,
Then he let me go.
I walked on smiling, full of his touch and energy.

He caught me one more time between two buildings,
Held me still against him;
I let his power wash over, through and around me.
I laughed as I could not move
Wrapped so tightly in his embrace.

Then he tousled my hair and let me go
with a caress.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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8 Responses to Playing with Mistral

  1. pjb1943 says:

    A wonderfully capricious piece, Emm. Loved it.

    Paul

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  2. mixedupmeme says:

    I should have read this one first.

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  3. Lovely. Beautiful and charming.
    A cousin of his assaulted me brutally this morning while I was out walking the hounds and froze the smile on my face.

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