Beconing Call

Ah! Good ol' wind.

The wind he calls

my name

beconing me out to

play!

He teases with soft caresses

and sweet whispers.

Author's Note

Whatever you deem fit. It's a short one and I understand that sometimes a little more is better. Let me know what you think.

Reviews

[Liz]

This reminds me of days spent stuck in school, when I want nothing more than to go outside and enjoy. I don't know if that was what you were thinking of when you wrote this, but isn't that the beauty of art?

Anyways, I liked this. I think the length is just fine. I like the personification you gave the wind, and I like the imagery I got. Your poems always put such vivid pictures in my head! This is really nice.