Breeze

Can't see it,
yet it cools the sweat off your brow
on a hot summer day,
and though it is invisible,
you can see its effects,
in movements of
branches on a tree,
in store awnings snapping,
in feeling a cool
caress upon the skin.

And today, oh the breezes
are intoxicating, a clear
blue sky, abundant sunshine,
the breezes are playful,
whirling the few remaining
autumn leaves around,
bringing blushes to my cheeks,
clearing the sky of
clouds.

And all this from what
cannot be seen,
no, cannot be seen,
yet such visible effect,
oh a mystery,
on this mild early winter day
in Astoria.