And then suddenly, yesterday, it was Spring.
With dreams of visits to foreign lands —
to movie theaters, coffee shops,
to the insides of other people’s houses
where dining room tables turned into desks
might become dining room tables
with a few things on them
once again.
All in the seasons ahead.
Far away, down this curvy road.
But trees and fields fly by in the Spring.
“ dreams of visits to foreign lands ”. Definitely! Enjoyed the poem, Cec!
I like it!,