And so they grow-
Spiraling upwards,
Fractals and whorls expanding,
Embracing the pale and growing light,
The dream of not-yet cherries
Rich on the tongue.
Dreams are no less sweet for the repetition of hope
I welcome the thick, rich taste of spring.
For more dreams, sweet and otherwise, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.