Poetry Makes My Head Go 'Round

Hello lovelies! It is a warm April day, the air is still and the sounds of nature clear. What better day for a poem! Here is one that I wrote a couple of months back, on a dark night, in the light of the moon. I was inspired by a fleeting fantasy of what it would be like if we could visit people we miss in our dreams:

Under the Willow Tree 

As you drift off to sleep tonight,

The gusty wind enwrapping your house,

Your eyelids dropping slowly to the distant howls,

Remember, there is a magical place to travel tonight.

Cool mist hits your face,

You feel light and free,

The mood drops with honey,

The stars are fireflies.

You are floating above the silver-lit stream below,

Upon a cloud of candyfloss,

You feel like you’re flying,

The world drifts past.

Drop down onto the feather-soft grass,

Run through the falling dew,

Pick a dandelion and make a wish,

Smell the pale roses as you pass.

Dip your toes in the fresh lake,

Listen to the crickets and gurgling brook,

And meet me under the weeping willow tree.

We’ll count the stars as we lie on the clovers,

We’ll skip through the field and see the frogs jump,

We’ll watch the moths dance and the silhouetted owl,

We’ll draw pictures in the night sky and wish upon a star.

So take a trip on a cloud tonight,

And meet me under the willow tree. 

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Toodles for today!