Zephyr's Gift

The image is taken from Pixabay. 
Soft and gentle,He touched my hair Lifting the tendrils To dance with abandon.
Warm and cool,He soothed my soulBlowing a sweet kissTo wipe the traces of pain.
Spring or autumn,He never left me aloneFilling my senses With the fragrance of flowers and leaves.
Mist and snow,He brought along at timesSliding over my faceAs I stare at the sky.
Tugging my skirt,He teased me to followTo the ends of the earthHoping to catch a glimpse.
Was he a spirit,Or an invisible little boy?Was he the God of the west wind,Blowing to stake a claim?
Day and night,He acted as my knightAs people asked about my secret smileI laughed, calling it Zephyr's Gift.
*********Note:
Zephyr is the name of the Greek God of the West Wind.
That was where the meaning of breeze got attached to the word.
And... we are done!!
I did the challenge of one poem per day for an entire month. :D
*dancing with joy*