Dream of Reality


The light of the moon dances off

lavender crocus, crimson tulips and

golden buttercups; their reflection

on the shimmering pond gives a

mirror image that only an artist

brush could capture.  The Adirondack

chair fits the curve of my body, I am

relaxed, my grandmothers’ quilt keeps

me warm, a candle glows close by adding

a sparkle to my glass of wine, I meld with

the shadows as the night bird sings.  Alas,

I wake to a snow-covered world, as my mind

clears from dreaming of the coming spring.






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