Nudged by a fall breeze,
 
a weary paper napkin
 
shuffles down the street.

 
 
 

End-of-summer dirge—
 
the scarecrow’s tattered jacket
 
flutters in a breeze.

 
 

Ms. Cooling Breeze comes
 
on a sizzling desert day—
 
we greet with a hug.

 
 

With help from a breeze,
 
spent plum blossoms settle down
 
in an old clay pot.

 
 

First warm breeze of spring—
 
unfolding my old roadmap,
 
I plan a new trip.

 
 
 

A stiff autumn breeze
 
drives leaves from neighboring trees
 
into my backyard.

 
 
 

Crimson maple leaves,
 
loosened by an autumn breeze,
 
flutter to the ground.

 
 
 

Autumn afternoon—
 
a torn spiderweb flutters
 
in a gentle breeze.

 
 
 

A steady spring breeze
 
ruffles the apricot’s leaves
 
and lulls me to sleep.

 

 
 
 

A gentle spring breeze
 
scatters dandelion fluff
 
all over my yard.