“Springtime”
I slip into a dream as I stare intently at the sky
I’ve drifted through winter to wind up here
My thoughts seem distant as the clouds I watch
And they wander as nothing appears
I sit on the ground on a blanket of grass
The wet earth soaks my bare feet
And the constant warmth of the sun
As it rises above the tops of the trees
I remember little as to how I got here
I only know I am glad to have made it
To see the colors painted in the sky
Above me in the field I sit
Night time was long and cold as it is
And the winter breeze gave me chills
But the darkness has ended early today
And winter left as it will
The bright eyes of the sunlight and
The touch of its glowing hands on my skin
Remind me that I am awake again
And my dream has once been
I dreamt of a land that seemed so far
Where the balding trees grew leaves again
And the ashen grass gained color once more
And it all seemed so distant then
As I awoke to the horizon being
Filled with light for the first time
I stopped dreaming and opened my eyes
Because I’m living that dream of mine
I sit watching the brushstrokes that
Formed the streaks of colors through the clouds
And I see life come back in this world
I see what this morning is about
Winter wiped clean this world around me
A blank canvas kept cleanly defined
And I waited through winter asleep in the field
To see the paintings of the springtime