A long forgotten wind

The warm radiance of the day
wisps across me
like the breeze of a long forgotten wind.
Sending my warm flesh
to chill in a heart beat.
While the sweet scent
of honey suckle plays at my senses.
Weakening my resolve
and twisting my down trodden spirit.
Lifting me up with the strength of ages
as delicately as if brushed by a doves wings.
My heart flutters to life…
Reflecting the pitter patter
of a toddlers uncertain steps.
Flushed I awaken to the days last rays
glinting off the wavering blades of grass.
Crowning my head in a wreath of earthen green.
Swaying gently in the breeze
of some long forgotten wind.