NaPoWriMo April Month of Poetry Apr 6

I tried to catch the wind today
Presence felt but eye unseen
Swirling round the grasses  sway
TipToe Skipping form ripples on the stream
Branches bow to breezes passing through
Presence felt but eluding touch
Familiar spirit you thought you knew
Despite all effort will not be clutched
Waking dream leaves no trace
Presence felt but keeping secret
Ethereal  hand caresses face
Just a memory never met
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