
daydreams of yellow flowers in fields

daydreams of yellow flowers in fields

night falls, and the river whispers

a purple sky in the afternoon

winter ice thaws early

so many lifetimes are lived in one life

driving along thick ice and tamped down snow,
passing horses and a stray grey cat,
i slow down at an expanse of farmland,
roll my window down, as the music hums softly in the background,
and take a big, cold breath of a Pennsylvania morning in February

it seemed as if you were on the verge of speaking,
and i would have hung on your every word

while lace umbrellas caught the sun’s raining rays,
the greenhouse welcomed us with a warm embrace

if i could be a bridge at dusk,
i’d carry you gently into the night

winter whispers his name,
and he does not fail to answer