Zephyr's Gift

The image is taken from Pixabay. 

Soft and gentle,

He touched my hair 

Lifting the tendrils 

To dance with abandon.

Warm and cool,

He soothed my soul

Blowing a sweet kiss

To wipe the traces of pain.

Spring or autumn,

He never left me alone

Filling my senses 

With the fragrance of flowers and leaves.

Mist and snow,

He brought along at times

Sliding over my face

As I stare at the sky.

Tugging my skirt,

He teased me to follow

To the ends of the earth

Hoping to catch a glimpse.

Was he a spirit,

Or an invisible little boy?

Was he the God of the west wind,

Blowing to stake a claim?

Day and night,

He acted as my knight

As people asked about my secret smile

I laughed, calling it Zephyr's Gift.

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Note:
Zephyr is the name of the Greek God of the West Wind.
That was where the meaning of breeze got attached to the word.
And... we are done!!
I did the challenge of one poem per day for an entire month. :D
*dancing with joy*