That Time of the Year
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!