Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Season Of Dreams

 






I quickly took to the gardens 

as the silence had pulled me in ,

I watched as the deer were feeding

and the chickens danced on end. 


The leaves were telling a story

as the colors were as bold as can be,

from varied reds and yellow they

were scattered all over the green. 


We managed to make it through winter

and stood our ground right through spring ,

blinked as the summer went by,

leading us to another season of dreams. 















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