Zephyr

Descending from a lapis sky

It skimmed the surface,

Of an equally blue ocean.

Raising tiny peaks

On an otherwise slate smooth sea.

 

It reached and pushed

Making patterns

Of varying shades of blue,

And occasional flecks of white,

Which stood starkly against the mirror.

 

Upon greeting the shore

It embraced the Cotton Trees

Lining the peninsula beach.

Tossing leaves and small branches

In a waltz of whispers and clicks.

 

Passing the trees and onto the path

It pressed a cotton skirt

Against the body of a young walker,

Taking with it the fragrances

Of coconut oil and Chanel.

 

Racing along the jetty

It caused the young fisherman

To lift his head, smell the air and smile.

He closed his eyes, as the breeze

Returned to the crystal sky

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