-------From a Dream-------
Springtime
reflects
off
the lakes still water.
A
perfect mirror
to
every cloud,
leaf
and
song
emerging
from sleep.
To
the peeper's choir
set
beneath a long
yellow
willow,
we
woke
with
wonder in our eyes,
entangled
in blankets
and
each other,
Like
the world
becoming
from
a dream.
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