[Soaring Feather]

Good night poets.
~Dream a little ~ Love a Lot ~
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Tony Bennett and The Shadow of You Smile

[Trikebuilder]

Seasonal Dichotomy

I hear the wind howl across the frozen land,
and I dream of a Summer day along the river.
As icicles edge the roof line with crystal trim from Winter’s hand,
yet I hear the soft song of bubbling waters over the encroaching shivers.

I smell the dust hanging in the air just before a rain, and it teases me,
nothing at all like chill scentless air bare of hidden allure.
The Summer Dream I call it, haunting me so completely,
like I was walking down that quiet road, a evening tour.

Oh to pace off that road again in shirt sleeves and shorts to the river’s edge,
and sit on Miller’s Bridge and splash my feet with total joy.
Instead I sit here and dream, yet plan ahead and make my pledge,
that for a brief but wondrous moment, I can be that lucky boy!