Saturday, December 22, 2012

What Dreams Unfold

Look out upon the day
Orange orb rising, erasing black
Streaks of red with smears of blue
Remnants of a waning moon

Breezes tease the leaves of green
Rabbits flirt within the shrubs
Opossum lumbers slowly home
Squirrels quarrel within the branches high

Oh precious day, what dreams unfold?
To grace this life; what presents bring?
A smile, a hug, a lovers kiss
Or just the gift of a life well lived.

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