Gray rain today.
\nThe shower of a last dream,
\nwhen I woke to a summer resort,
\nbut no, it is a dream
\nthat lived in summer, months ago.
\nThen each day,
\nminutes warmed in sun
\nslept longer.
\nThe dawn found a different hour,
\nthe amber of the sun deepened,
\nfrom pale gold to rose,
\nto eyes of softened light,
\nher voice softer with a pause,
\nthe season turning down
\nthe lights.<\/p>\n
A sweater for her shoulders.
\nThe presence of a cold relief
\non my own.
\nSo, a dream lingers
\nat the bedroom door.
\nThe late day gone,
\nshadows reaching
\nthrough the windows
\nand the dream of summer passing,
\nto the morning gray outside
\nwithout a dream.
\nRain that in a day or two
\ncould be flurries,
\na comforter
\nfor the world reclining.
\nOur dreams reaching for each other,
\nin each other\u2019s arms.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Gray rain today. The shower of a last dream, when I woke to a summer resort, but no, it is a dream that lived in…<\/p>\n