An old familiar dream

commanding, scorching sky
shielding my sight
revealing wide, rolling, dry grasslands
striding confidently, startling crickets
there, rising from a secluded gully
an oasis, a dense copse of trees
at the feet of a slender maple
a hand on the damp, rich earth
comes to me the low, rumbling breeze,
trill of chickadees
sets me to check in, puzzle over
decipher conundrums of
fortune, karma, fate

waking, a smile finds me

© 2012 by DC Lessoway