Future

Future

Orphic dreams dance in my heart 

The future is no longer in black and white, but in color

An August alizarin, amaranth, and amber sunrise illuminates our room like a stained glass window in a church

He holds my hand and smiles

We stroll through the yard, enjoying aromas of  fresh pine shavings, Timothy hay, and dirt. 

Dreams are more real than we think

Excitedly, they gallop out of their stalls to the pastures

Dreams are more real than we think

Children run around the yard chasing the chickens

Dreams are more real than we think 

Dogs wag their tail, excited to find the bird

Dreams are more real than we think

They graduate, finally feeling free from the “oppression” parents give their children

Dreams are real

Happy Birthday! I turned 71 today.

His weathered, tough, soft, wrinkled, tender hand takes mine. We smile.

Little did I know when I was 17. That was no dream. That was real.