9 December – Last night, I dreamt of Summer

Last night, I dreamt of Summer
and everything I miss
when the world around me shivers
and the sun shuns to kiss
the hedgerows and the hillsides
with its full bodied rays,
holding back its warmth
and putting in part-time days.

Last night, I dreamt of Summer
and all the flowers that shone,
but woke again this morning
to find every petal gone,
and only hardened earth
in their place so bleak and bare,
as if I’d only imagined
there were ever colours there.

Last night, I dreamt of Summer
and all that is to come
on the other side of Winter
when Spring has fully sprung;
when the weary world has once again
turned and changed and spun –
and I saw myself dancing
in what is yet to be begun.