Fish rise from still
water drift clouds
smell of fresh grass
winter, snow, green
fallen straw clothes farm
land as animals lay down
in fields on their sides
babies are dreaming

The temple of sun and sea
does not open until night
when its pale exterior is lit
with brilliant neon light
though some prefer to watch
phosphorescence of the sea
tails of comets pass
between, all that is, is not
the dreams of teens

Pike swim beneath
thick ice, hard to catch
get some help
make a call
steel jug sweats in heat
summer, ice cold water
dish of salt rests beside
plate of radishes, celery
fresh from the garden
snow, a phone rings unanswered
you try to explain
no one lives there anymore
so dreams the adult

Time neither spring nor fall
canopy green, forest floor
orange red yellow fallen leaves
crocuses push white blue purple
blossoms through to apparition
how will they flourish?
winter soon you think
walking, beach, surf bellows
great waves rush to become
little ripples when they reach you
so dream the old