Sweetly & the Song She Sings

In my mind I’m sitting there, swaying in this little hammock, out back of my little cabin, looking out onto these tall fragrant pines. The spring is newly budded and the gardens freshly planted. These crocuses and hyacinths and peeking up their faces and showing their royal colors. The ferns are just beginning to show- thick and bright as they emerge from their rich bed of soil. The air is thick and heavy with rain and the scent of fresh turned soil. My leg is hanging over the side as I swing myself back and forth, my discarded book is lying strewn on my lap, and this steaming mug is poised upon my lips. My curls are softly draping these small shoulders, and these eyes are glowing bright. In the distance robins are wooing their lovers, and though this early twilight the silence settles into a coming night that will be deep and quiet. There is a dove cooing upon my chimney and a faint breeze is caressing my cheeks and twining my curls around it’s finger. I watch as slowly the darkness deepens and all these creatures drift into sleep. The moon rises slowly over the tops of the evergreen trees and a million stars dance over my head. I’ll lay my head back and start to count until this lullaby carries me to bed. Maybe someday I’ll wake up and it won’t be just a dream.