THOUGHTS and DREAMS

Wandering on an old hilltop, sensing pastel blue sky shake my hand with peace, hushed morning snowfall pours whitest Christmas Rose down every window. I feel mystic river water far below sleepy passages, offer my spirit her pillow to feel soft, shy devotions of a red admiral butterfly, fluttering in my dream with pure renewed love. Red Squirrel I open my ears to the whispering leaves autumn painted for us to see in breeze, shining like little suns scarlet and gold for us to keep hold of what summer told, as liberty now lifts doves out of the cage, waterfall lights up on this running stage to capture starry glimpse of squirrel red dancing where the photographers said with a floor sweeping tail of fairy-tale that lets us feel sweet dreams unveil.