A Question

Was it a breeze that touched my face, tugged at my sleeve and then was gone?
It was a fleeting thing, leaving the Black Eyed Susan’s nodding in the dawn.
Was it a breeze that caused the cedars to whisper to the Whippoorwill?
A gentle passing stirring the oaks high on a barren hill.
Was it a breeze, or perhaps an old friend that passed by and touched my face, I wonder? Adios