Soft whispers across the chasm
Lightly blowing back my hair
Brushing against my face
Like a soft kiss
Growing more forceful
Strong enough to lift my scarf
And blow it off my neck
Leaving me chilled
Rustling my skirt with urgency
Calling to me on the wind
Step off the trusted trail
Onto a path to new love
Had to come back and read it again. Excellent image choice as well.
Beautiful.