I slept lightly as the night passed.
My bearings were lost in dreams too real.
I awoke briefly and restarted the night.
A new day will begin soon.
The sun will rise above the edge of the sky.
Stars will fade like the dreams of night.
I will open my window as the night ends.
The sound of rustling trees fills my ears.
The breeze has aromatic hints of the coming harvest.
It is summer and I long for falling leaves.
William Wayne Smith