Strange Sleep, Strange Dream

Beneath yellow trees,

Wading through leaves

In places knee-deep.

Hearing dry whispers

Of nodding trees,

Already dreaming

Muttering in sleep.

By the creek path

The wind feels wintry,

I can almost see

Snow dancing before me.

The squirrels and rabbits

On patrol,

Foraging for food

At the urging of crows.

Soon the woods

Will be lost in wintry sleep,

The trees entranced

With visions of spring,

But all this world

To you will sleep

Behind your lighted curtains...

And my heart will still sing

With strange music

For you.