Dreams
Oh dear October,
breath on our weary soul
the cool breeze of Autumn
as we lay waiting
for the harsh hand of winter.
Let our slumber
lure us into a deep trance
where our dreams grow wings.
Fly us to the space
where mountains are as
high as we our thoughts,
Valleys as deep as
we wish them to be.
An existence where
bees are bright orange
and they fly in the cloudy
mist of a foggy
October morning.
Let us dream this October
lest we wake to a winter
morning dry and crispy.
Then we’ll have our dream
and life would be fields
of flowers and berry.
WRITE TO LIVE 