
Rocking in her chair, her head starts to lean forward, growing heavy to the sounds of the snow plough becomes a mid-day lullaby.
short afternoon nap
purr of the snow plow
midday lullaby
~~~
petite sieste
ronronnement des chasse-neige
berceuse de midi
~~
(troiku)
Dancing fleetingly
in the corner of her eye
Could that be fairies?
Dancing fleetingly
Visions of a debutante
Movements in her dreams
In the corner of her eye
Chubby hands sneaking cookies
Mother always knows
Could that be fairies?
Pulling up that warm duvet
on heavy eyelids
~~
Dreams are gifts
refuge from reality
The Great Spirit gives
~~~
imagination
Drugs could never compete
Everlasting dreams
© Tournesol ‘19/04/09
Beautiful thoughts.
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Thanks, Janice! …and I didn’t snore!!
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