I dreamed of Peace
When
Midmorning
Dressed in autumn colors
Pruning a row of
Old twisted vines
Their twigs in scattered piles
She was
Standing on the edge of
A red ochre country road
It must be winter
I thought
I must be lost
When I was near
She turned and smiled and said
I always knew you'd come
You caressed my cheek
Took my hand
And led me up a path
To a cottage on a hill
When
Midmorning
Dressed in autumn colors
Pruning a row of
Old twisted vines
Their twigs in scattered piles
She was
Standing on the edge of
A red ochre country road
It must be winter
I thought
I must be lost
When I was near
She turned and smiled and said
I always knew you'd come
You caressed my cheek
Took my hand
And led me up a path
To a cottage on a hill
Copyright 2010 Alain Millon
