Cassie's Series of Poems: Four Seasons in a Dream

Hey guys! I hope you are all having a great start of the week - and for those of you who do not, stay strong! I wrote this poem some time ago while laying in bed with a flu and today I decided to share it with you. Let me know what your thoughts are!

Image used: 

"Fishing Time" by Clarissa Corradin.

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Four seasons in a dream

In her dreams he patted her head,
"I'm gonna bring you tea", he said,
And once she was all cosy lying in her bed,
He came over with a story which he then read.

Her eyelids became heavier and heavier,
She wasn't sure which story is which,
Then her whole body too became heavier and heavier,
And her mind flew away into a land of tricks.

In this land she saw a wolf and a library made of trees.
She stopped enraptured - there was no need to hurry,
Nothing chasing her except an eastern breeze
which quickly changed into a snow flurry.

Once there she knew no doubt, no hunger, no cold, nor fear -
even though the white path in front of her was nothing but blurry.
It was her world, you see, she was its god!
Nothing could harm her no matter how scary.

She closed her eyes again and at once the snowflakes melted like an ice cream cone
Held in a firm warm hand on a sunny day in a garden - a garden now filled with hope.
On a little table there was a kettle and a plate full of scones,
She didn't help herself but gazed at the stars - no need for telescope.

She smelled the flowers - heavy fragrance of jasmine and a pinch of fire -
She knew all too well then that she was surrounded by summer.
She danced, she bounced, she swam, but the air was getting dryer and dryer.
She sat down on the meadow and frowned - all of this was accompanied by a lonely drummer.

The drumming took her deeper into the woods,
Further, deeper, faster - where her ancestors had their roots.
Pumpkins rolled behind her and scarecrow lifted his hat,
Above her was flying and whispering spells a tiny little bat.

The leaves under her boots were crispy -
in colours of red, orange and yellow.
In here she again felt frisky,
And everything was so mellow.

He too was there - mysterious, still and alone,
Playing the music which gave her a shiver,
It was a melody she once has known,
Humming it along a long crystal river.

"It's time to go back", he said,
But she just shook her head.
"Don't worry, I will walk with you".
And so she got up from bed.

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I hope you liked it!

Yours,

Adriana