The Trees Are Sleeping

The trees are sleeping,

Can you hear?

Their dreams are yet deep’ning,

Are you near?

 .

A snow serenade was swirling to the ground

As we held the air tight,

Tight inside our chests.

A snow promenade made scarcely a sound

But the wisp of the white

And the ambient scent.

 .

The trees are sleeping,

Can you hear?

Their dreams are yet deep’ning,

Are you near?

 .

Their sweet slumbering shall not be disturbed

By the squirrel’s quick paw

Nor our steps in the snow,

This still winter-land calms the call of the bird,

Until the blanket is thawed

And spring’s bounty is shown.

 .

The trees are sleeping,

Can you hear?

Tree (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

Hypnagogia

Breath the air.

Let life flow

Inside your soul

and flourish.

Close your eyes.

Let colours glow

You choose what you see

See everything.

Feel the earth.

Its energy

Runs through all

in rivers.

Hear the song

Of nature’s call

She resonates through all

That is living.

In peace,

In harmony,

Sensation of release.

In peace ,

In harmony,

Sensation of release.

Coffee

Waking up with dreary eyes,

from too few hours of yearned for slumber,

Its still dark as i slowly rise,

And i stumble and i lumber.

 

My salvation comes in humble form,

a water of life with  flavoursome fumes,

Without this coffee my daily norm,

without it fatigue and confusion  looms.