Warmer Days

There was a time, where trees swayed in the
breeze and the leaves shimmered in the sun.
The air was sweet with the smell of clover.
You could feel the warm summer air as you
walked the fields. Now all that's gone from
view, as the winter lay to rest the follies
of summers past. Like a blanket of white
covering a dream, the silence of sleep
beneath my feet, await the call of spring's
arrival.
Until then, sleep in slumber and dream of
warmer days, where we can celebrate new
beginnings of life to start anew.