She pauses briefly then decides to roam,
her trailing essence an appealing tease.
She, the sweet aura of seasons to come,
filling my hair with the scent of fresh air,
the aroma of which, certain to please.
Then off she darts in a lighthearted zoom,
no care in the world, performing by chance,
a winsome dance, swooping, looping about.
Charming her fragrance after winter's gloom.
She, the shifting breeze, harbinger of spring,
NO BACKGROUND 5 in 10 challenge with Cherry...but with a difference!
Words used: essence -- aura -- scent -- aroma -- fragrance
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