Dreamland Unbarred

( I commented to the kids tonight how tired and ragged that pine tree appears after yesterday's tempest)

When April’s smile

Has nestled awhile

On this blue puddle

Referred to as Earth

When she has spun

From threads of sun

A garment of green-leaf

To warm its girth

When the slighted stance

Of winter’s romance

Melts in defeat

Beneath her caress

When skeletal limbs

Are feathered with grins

And every tree

Is a graceful princess

When robin-lay

And break of day

Unite to greet

The morning star

The gardener sings

As the Gate-keeper swings

The door to digging

And dreamland ajar

© Janet Martin

I think the gardener and the farmer sing...
(I'm watching the dust fly in neighboring fields as a few of the farmers are seeding)
...as they enter a new season of dreams aka. Hope:)