January dribbles - 12

Dreaming rivers flow
To open seas where winds of
Change and reason blow.

Dreaming spires will fall
When blooms of spring all turn to
Memories and dust.

Dreaming birds awake;
Shaken feathers fall like rust
Burning snow’s shadow.

Dreaming hope reflect
On promises and end of
Trust that seasons spent.

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