R i v e r W a l k

The wind is flirting with me.
It is sending viney tendrils to tickle my check
and lifting the hem of my dress
to reveal a bare knee.
It is forcing violets to bow.
To please and entertain,
it has choreographed a subtle dance of leaves in treetops.
To woo, it sprinkles golden pollen in airy swirls all around me.
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