Her fickle affections changed
with the wind —
a fact I knew, a risk
I was willing to take —
and I could smell
rain,
she lifted her face
to embrace
the breeze.
For the Poetic Bloomings ‘In the air tonight’ prompt and the ‘fickle’ prompt from One Single Impression.
Awakened Words 
very nice!
oh! LOVE! especially “lifted her face to embrace the breeze” Ahhhhh.
sweet lovely poem!
Oh, very subtle. Excellent poem.
Nicely written, Mark. I have now come to realize that the model for fickleness is the wind. You cinched the understanding. 🙂
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This is awesome!!! What a nice subtle image at the end. So sad, but you hardly know it because breeze and beginnings of rain are typically lovely and pleasant not foreboding. Wonderful piece.
And I love the sound of “fickle affections.”