Confessions of a Breeze

I have been 
flirting with 
tree crowns
dipping in and out
their broad lace 

I like the rake
of them
the casuarinas
whose needles
send ripples
like ribs
coursing along
my unbent air.

They susurrate
breathy as love
and I sing.

Written for Whimsygizmo’s dVerse Quadrille – include the word “crown”

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