On a Winderful Day
On a Winderful Day
by Kathy McGuire
On a winderful day
My hair floats across my face.
Not for leaves and roses is
The stillness of a still-life vase
On a winderful day
The sprays all bend in just one way
While other plants do as they may
The passing air is my bouquet
On a winderful day!
