Season of Dreams~by Norman Wilson

 

 

Season of Dreams

 

Trickling waters streaming
Through the fallen leaves
Golden in gilded colours
Laying in an oaken forestry

Waters slowly changing
Changing into a calming stream
Then gradually running faster
Into a bright and breezy dream

The flowers lay withering
Colourless from a fading sun
As autumn creates a different beauty
In dreams of things to come

The saddest day of all is coming
When the golden leaves turn brown
And the waters fully stop running
Transforming water to ice all around

The gilded threads from heaven
Make the melancholy dreams surreal
In a shine on the bright waters ice
Allowing winters beauty to reveal

The spring will awake from a string of dreams
To a trickling stream and budding oak trees
In hue of light from an older night
From golden skies so high so wide shining on me

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Norman Francis