Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Could It Be?


I dream of beds delicately laced
In daffodils golden sheen
I dream of hillside fringes traced
In verdant ever-green
I dream of daisy and butter-cup
Of robin and butterfly’s wing
Warm winds rousing as the sun comes up
Could it be I dream of spring?

I dream of bare feet in the dirt
Of hours in the sun
The stirring passion of the earth
As winter’s chill is gone
I dream of blossom-tinted trees
And song-birds caroling
The scent of earth upon the breeze
Could it be I dream of spring?

Janet~

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