Wind whistle,
through the trees,
picking up pace,
sweeping past,
weaving fast,
as it blows breeze
Felt through,
the body, and, knees
over the face,
whoosh,
touching a nose,
shush
Cold ears, and hands,
hot chocolate, with
marshmallows,
waiting on stand,
to warm up the,
marching breeze band,
after been blown around,
like fine sand
© 2020 Carol Natasha Diviney