DREAM SEASON

I rest in my snow-encased chamber

Still

Wrapped in layers

Breath steady, heart slow, eyes closed and active.

Visions of lush, green foliage, 

Delicate blossoms,

Ruby-red gems entice me.

Warmth.

Golden tassels wave 

In a friendly manner.

Lanky pea-plants blow kisses 

With their plump little pods.

I reach out -

Basket full & heavy,

mouth watering.

I press through the rows,

Ignoring the weeds -

Hands on their hips,

Wondering what I’m going to do about them.

Ripe Berries beckon,

Honeybees explore tentatively from bud to bud.

Summer flowers nod approvingly

 as I breathe in

The deep scent 

of the season.

The sun strokes my cheek

The heater turns on

I wake in the cold

My pillow damp, hands reaching out.