Am I Dreaming Again
On dreary winter days when angels weep,
I pull a memory from those I keep,
and dream of dancing in the summer’s sun.
As winter’s cold devours each brown blade,
her blanket of snow covers hill and glade,
I dream of dancing in the summer’s sun.
When leafless limbs get whipped and tossed,
I look through my window burdened with frost,
I dream of dancing in the summer’s sun.
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2023
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