© by Linda Maran
I love to watch you tickle the leaves
they laugh so hard, some lose their grip
and twirl to the ground.
You're quite a teaser too.
The way you ruffle up the skirts of the ladies,
while children giggle, facing you boldly with
rosy red cheeks.
And I dare say that your arrogance escapes you
now and then,
Defying a spot where the snow tries to fall,
and banging on my windows at an unearthly hour.
Yet, you aren't different from the rest of us -
at times just being there isn't enough.
Ah, but I also know how gentle you can be,
gliding though my hair, softly, on a summer's day
and then, sneaking off to kiss a Petunia right on the nose!
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