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

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