Light flickers at the edge of my sight
And rouses me from sleep and the dark of night.
Breaking before the warmth of a fine spring day
With fire in the sky riding the sun’s drowsy rays.
Only whispers of a cooling breeze tickling the dew
Finding open windows to gently waft through.
The birds lullaby adds to my tranquil repose
As I open my eyes and wake from this languid doze.
And sweet honey scents drift through my dreams
Waking the shadows with dancing, dappled sun beams.
©Donna Donabella 2018
I wrote this poem as I thought about those first true warm spring days where the light, and sounds and scents all change and add such an excitement. And I am dreaming of those spring days now and that light, and the sounds and especially the scents. All are gone in winter….replaced by a different canopy.
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