Somewhere, A Bag Of Breezes
Has Been Opened To The Air
Open Ended, Unattended
It Will Empty Out, Somewhere
Each Breeze Is Peeking Out To See
If The Lack Of Coast Is Clear
Then Off They Flit Across The Waves
Till By The Shore, They Swift Appear
To Blow Out Smoker-‘s Matches
And Hide Sand In The Cakes
To Ripple The Reflections
On The Surfaces Of Lakes
To Shake The Newly Waking Buds
And Wave Them At The Bees
And Tell The World That May Has Come
And Spring Is Truly
Here To Please-Â…..