28 October 2012
Autumn night
Dry winds blow
I dream of the front yard
Covered with snow
A white winter evening
Is what I desire,
And in a warm hearth sits a crackling fire.
We don't get snow often
Yes, here it is rare,
High elevation - but so-cal. Not fair.
So warm days and dry winds
And cold winds at night,
My lips start to chap and my fingers crack white,
The leaves turn colors and die to a brown,
As the wind sweeps past them and they rustle around.
This makes for an ominous sound in the night,
I crawl into bed with my window shut tight.
There it is warm, and happiness grows,
As I lie and imagine a day when it snows.
I don't like the transitions from winter to warm,
Only the hot summer day and the cold winter storm.
I love when it's cold and the whole sky is dark,
When it rains and it storms and I see lightning spark,
When I wear fuzzy boots and jeans and a sweater,
Walk outside with an umbrella and soak in the weather.
To walk along and see lots of green pine around,
Glossy with raindrops that slip to the ground,
To see houses decorated with holiday lights,
Cheery rainbow colors that twinkle in the night,
To come back inside my home when I'm cold,
Or, if first, when the evening grows old.
Take a hot shower and put on pajamas,
Then sit on the couch with a blanket and my mama.
Eating home baked cookies and drinking hot cider,
Or maybe hot chocolate or tea; why not all three?
Watching a movie, something comforting and fun,
Or a few episodes of Star Trek (you can't watch just one!)
As the rain pours away, constant, outside
As thunder claps and lightning strikes and small creatures hide.
Then it is late and I go off to bed,
While melodies of christmas songs dance in my head,
I lie under the covers and curl myself up,
Chilly at first but soon warm as a pup.
My mind wanders and I think good thoughts,
And I fall into dreams, of what I know not,
And as I slip off into a land of sleep,
The rain drums on the roof and falls outside the window,
and I drop off to the beat.
An Autumn Dream Of Winter • Opuss № I