Fleeting Breeze

The wind from the western mountains
found its way here today
a cool, clear breath of air
awaking memories
of days spent in their embrace

listening to the silence
of the symphony of life
becoming one
with the earth and the air and the sun

watching ice turn to water
become a rushing stream of life
untouched by the world of man
that would make it otherwise

Fleeting breeze of memory
yet enduring in its symmetry
and I long to feel its touch
yet once again

? Michaelette ?

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