Drifts the Wind

What does a drifting wind bring?

drifting day to day,
from shore to branch
from leaf to sand
drifts the wind,
comes to work
comes to play
drifts the wind,
cold as winter
soft as spring
drifts the wind,
salted breath
nectar whiff
drifts the wind,
gently brushing
harshly raking
against the skin
that drifting wind.

Author's Note

No intentional rhyme structure. Forgive the intentional grammar error.

Reviews

[Time's The Bond]

I think I just went to heaven. Oh wait I was reading this. It is amazingly beautiful simple and joyful.

P.S I don't mind you reading and reviewing my poems.

[Pencrafter]

I enjoyed this poem. It carries the reader on soft wings in a swirling journy of sensory delight. Interesting.