Dreaming of Days To Come
The sweet smell of spring
Danced on the autumn winds
Under the eaves of the wooden cottage
Past the old rusted screens
Filling the room with fragrance
From the flowers that hid from view
Out past the garden
And far beyond
Into the dense green forest
That guarded the old house
From the music of fierce songbirds
That sang in the morning sun
She dreams of days to come
Copyright © Cj Krieger | Year Posted 2011
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