LAST night I had a dream of
pleasant things of Spring
awakenings, when I was
awakened with a frightening
sound, a clashing of thunder
and lightening bright
Running to the window pulling
the curtain aside
March stared at me like a lion
with an icy sword by her side
and I began to cry, when once
again in sleep I fell
and in my dream I was given
HOPE – Of a hill filled with
golden daffodils
AND winter ceased – March
leaving like a lamb seeking
Peace . . . 🐑 🐏
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