A change of seasons is noticed as

The cold winds arrive,

From my thoughts are visions of

My life’s dreams, thoughts.

Winter brings me to a place of

Fantasy, a place wanted,

Love and happiness cry out for

Attention, weeping softly.

This dreamer of hopes and wishes

Brought to life, this life,

Always dreaming with a prayer that

She lives, my dream.

Winter comes to us for just a wind

Blown moment in time,

Snow-covered mountains, sleep in

The cold, dark night.

Leafless trees stand and wait for

Spring to dress themselves,

Back in what was left behind,

Dropped on the ground.

I am who? I am a winter dreamer

Here for a short time,

In a season of wishes and magical

Things imagined.

Keith Garrett