A gentle wisp takes a casual step,
a little slow, then a bit with pep.
He whistles down the garden path,
a half-known song, a tinkling laugh.
Meets strolling couple, pats their cheeks,
has more fun than he’s had for weeks.
Dances with daisies, a half pirouette,
eddies and whirlpools, a ghostly roulette.
Prods brown leaves and a little dust,
then moves on, he knows he must.
Not too hot and not too dry,
sparkling azure in the sky.
Th sun sinks low, birds fly to nest.
Blazing orange in the west.
Cool summer night will now move in,
but oh what fun the day has been.