EVANESCENT

I am
A wisp of the frolicking wind
I dance to joyous themes
Sometimes soft
Sometimes a tempest
Sometimes a bubbly stream
I am
A scrap of every season
A tapestry of rhyme, not reason
The tender petals of spring
The heat of summer yearnings
The fall in its golden glory
The snowflake, in a winter story
The sensuous sighs of love
The playful waves in a cove
I am
A sylph of never-never-land
A whisper, and a bang 

I’m not, and yet I am
Catch me if you can..... 

MS