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The Thrill

Posted in Poetry

The spring breeze surprised me; 'came up behind me when I
Let the dog out. I was standing off the step and felt the most
Gentle, warm kiss on the back of my neck.
It hesitated for a second as if waiting to check my reaction,
Then, draped so lightly over the rest of my body that
I thought I might float away.
It had not the corners or play of winter's wind, nor the
Heavy work of a hot summer's reduction.
Instead, it snuck in, perfectly fresh and warm.  
It teased like a lover returning after a long absence.
I turned, trembling, so glad to feel it, and
Breathed it in while it wrapped around me;
Both of us thrilled.

- Suzanne Crone