THE QUIETES I LONG FORE

It be now 6 22 PM , a winters evening

Out side a biter cold wind blows singing a wordless song

Temperature in the house plummets

Out side it's colder , freezing

Ice will form , jack frost will draw on the windows

Maybe snow over night to wake up to

The night will be dark and long , dawn will be late arriving

Now I sit dream of an early spring of trees full of fresh green leaves

Of blossom , heavy yet gently on the bows of evrey tree

Flowers busting free from buds

I dream of long summer nights moon up high lighting up the night sky

Laying on a green hill , grass cut during the day , the aroma wafting

In to my senses , a genial gentle breeze cooling me , the summers day

Had been rather hot

The breeze sings a gentle serenade , then becomes a lullaby

I doze , winter now not even a memory

I sleep

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith





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Written on 2013-01-28 at 19:48

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Good one, Ken. Keep sleeping and your dreams will come true.
P.S: It was -18C here when I got up yesterday morning. I know how you feel.
2013-02-02



There are winter days when all I want to do is sleep.
Crazy stuff. But I do love winter. Thanks for sharing.
2013-01-29