Memories

Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change I am waiting for the season to relinquish its hold like the frost on the rooftops, the snow at my door sooner or later will be no more... I am watching the pine tree swaying in the cold sun dipping its branches, courtesies of a winter's day A piano plays softly in the background as I sit here contented as a well fed cat Mid February dreams amongst the winds of change From my rocking chair, lavender fields remembered sun born kisses with eyelet flashes of white linen suntanned arms raised before a blue, blue ocean airborne on a surfing board secured as an eagle like a beach boy I flew, and who ever knew She came to me like an August dream and slipped her tiny hand in mine, we became one like the summer stars in the sky when they bly from my rocking chair lavender fields, I remember Winter enclosures well aged in composure I sit to admire the view, amazed at how everything secretly, expires.