You hear her breathe but cannot see her mouth
her lips can whistle tunes through boughs of trees;
Her breath brings warmth when blowing from the south
She’ll grace your ears with purrs of tranquil breeze
She twists and swirls when dancing in the air.
Her sighs of freshness sweep upon my face
at times she’ll play and ruffle up my hair
and sometimes takes my hat for me to chase.
Her hands push ships and boats across the sea
and helps the windmills grind their seed for bread;
she blows the clouds to set the moon-beams free,
so love entwines within a twilight thread.
she’ll carry loving kisses from your heart;
this force of mother natures work of art.
Michael, one sonnet after the other? Where is the justice of this world? Hehe. Oh my, you are a sonnet master yourself. This was a visual treat... Refreshing and invigorating. Lovely work. Goes straight into faves.