. the night before spring .

last night I dreamt a dream of pleasant things
of spring awakenings
walking down a path by the sea
I suddenly came

across
‘a hill crowned with golden daffodils’
And visions of bright flowers dancing in my head

when I was awakened with a frightening sound
a clashing of thunder and lightening bright
I ran to see what was the matter, pulling the
curtain aside

March stared at me like a lion with an
icy sword by her side, and with her breath she blew
and I began to cry, for in my dream I had dreamed
of spring’s awakenings that no longer reside

‘Of a hill crowned with golden daffodils’

the earth stood still and the sod was bare
and my hopes were dashed, when suddenly I fell
asleep and in this dream I saw the
icy blast was suddenly gone, the earth was
astir for
Nature’s sacraments had declared
her ways

callling up a parade of a host of gems

and up sprung tulips of red
and daisies with yellow bows
lavendar with purple scents
and it gave me hope

and then with a frown on her face
winter ceased
and March left like a lamb seeking
peace
‘On a hill of golden daffodils
down by the sea!’