A Beautiful Breeze!

With swollen eyes,
When I stood gazing at the grey sky wondering if the sun would look the same today,
A sudden flutter of the leaves intimated the arrival of the breeze.

Soft, sweet and musky,
She gently touched my eyelids, and then the tip of my hair!
Soon, she began to ruffle it affectionately,
And run her silky fingers over my face.

I realised she wasn’t just caressing me, but dabbing some invisible balm on me.
It was both warm and cool, dry and moist!

I recalled I had vaguely overheard the breeze whisper to somebody in the wee hours;
Perhaps, to the first rays of the day.

She had mixed the dew she had borne from the distant fields
With the warmth and the golden tinge of the new light
To make me an occult, ethereal salve.

I shuddered at its pleasant sensation.
My eyes, once again, were watery,
Not with grief, but some unknown joy, simple and blissful.
I could feel a soft radiant glow shining from every pore of my skin!

And to my amazement,
The sun was never so magnificent!

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Inspired by The Daily Post’s one-word prompt, Simple
Photograph by Waldo93, courtesy of Pixabay.com

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