Wind plays its role instrumental—a hold harmonious—with surfing queen and, then, its peace is balanced by it humming board’s refrain on Sarah’s seraphine. ; )

When life cuts like a mezzaluna’s massage and self bandages fall before strength turns tall, remain…last…endure…stay…hold tight—for the right to your all will come. ; )

Field’s fractaled form, questionably fractured in feeling, lends each of its vibrissa to the wind, where they pine for the assuring ease of brushes by north’s uplifting breeze. ; )

Writer’s block

Sets a scene

Where

Both prose

And verse

Remain benched.

Hence and so,

Returning flow

To think’s ink

Needs wink’s blink

Or tinked kink

Of the penstock. ; )

“Oh, plow, not now!” pleaded Olivia, whom the driver considered a pointed marplot regarding a remunerative task on which he did not have spare time-cents to spend.

“Look, my daughter of bother!” retorted Olivia’s dad, your dalliance with banked snow, though devilishly charming, is precluding me from completing tasks at tow.

Then, Olivia’s dad found pause in his hard stare and noticed the joyful resplendence of his angel’s face as he synchronously off-turned the key—before stepping out of the cab to meet the first-born and find *his* happiness on par—*plop*. ; )