I dreamed in springtime blossoms.
of an endless gentle spring rain.
In the morning light
which melted the stars and dreams.
The forest was wet and olive green.

I dreamed of Midsomer
of storms of humid charged air.
Where thunder roared
in the staccato burst of brilliant light.
When the darkness faded
and dreams became morning.
The air was clear and fresh
And ozone was all that remained.

I dreamed of endless summers
Of salad days by cool riversides.
When the cool wind blew away my dreams.
All that was left were falling leaves
and Septembers autumn.