FREE VERSE
Those Pillowy Dreams
Open your eyes to nature’s spectacle

Open your eyes, behold nature’s spectacle, wash those pillowy dreams, still cloud-cushioned in the blurry vision, watch the season draped in canopy leaves, trees a-drip with the pitter-patter of yesterday rains, whispering, a cascade of words, to the morning sky, to the solitary boat of the rising sun, drifting on the clouds, that mystical smell of an unknown flower, entwined with the fog, let your lungs breathe in a handful of that freshness.
Wash those pillowy dreams, behold nature’s spectacle.






