Winter Dream

I can still feel autumn lingering in the clouds and the birds are flying restlessly about, the leaves are still hanging on the tree holding court with the squirrels in dugout boat as they wait patiently on the shore for winter to set in. It was just yesterday that ambition turned into a clown and start running a marathon around the town wooing passion in the street and gathering what is left of the Christmas fleet. The moisture is drying out of the air and there is little semblance of hope left over there but they wait patiently for winter to come. The migration caravan is on the road, marching though country, city state and town. You must take your cue from the happenings around you and prepare for the master is drawing near. A multitude of them are crossing the bridge with babies on breast, babies in strollers and father carrying children on their shoulder. They band together in groups and rest together when the temperature increased, with blistered feet and courage up their sleeve they were determine to cross over in America. The journey has life in its feet and something unusual is about to erupt in the street, the cars are running up and down the road picking up and dropping off passengers all around, a strange heat is radiating from the sun and it is scorching the leaves on the tree and forced the birds to migrant out of the town. when destiny is drawing near it will speak to you in many different ways. observe what is going on around you. Sweat is streaming down my back and the chirping bird are leaving but the stubborn ones have planted their feet in the ground but they will be severely burnt from their hard headed frown. What on earth is going on? The earth is vomiting sweet juice on the lawn, and something is forming beyond the hill, and you must sit still and observe it. The heat is fading away and winter is coming my way. I can feel the cold air blowing in my back and something in the clouds is falling to the ground; in seconds a white world stood around me reminiscing its age-old sin.