That Time of the Year

I had a bizarre dream,

as I laid on the sun baked terrace 

munching the soft sunshine 

and being caressed by the Cold Wind cream 

Yes, it was an ordinary day

very much like the days bygone

or soon to come;

Yet, I felt the sky wore a white cottony beard!

The sky...did it appear red??

Especially in the morning carrying a bag of mist and fog: which all over the sky it spread!

The early morning dew and the faint blue hue, appeared to be stockings full of surprises and glee!

The twilight sky echoed the Twitter of the roosting birds

Sounded like the holy bells from Bethlehem 

The constellations gradually assumed the 

Shape of an old man, wearing a faint, red attire: sponsored by Mars perhaps!

Leisurely walking Westward with his bag of health, happiness and hope

In the form of Stars and galaxies galore 

And yet was my dream really weird??!

Nope perhaps! As it is That Time of the Year!