Here it's a misty morning where Dixie shines through grays
Its like a spring time blossom, not like a Winter's day
The sun is on the other side just like a bright new smile
Except for cloaks of milky foam it'd be a day so fine
Now and then a sparkle , a string all golden bred
Shoots through like jeweled silk strung out on liquid thread
It rains a mist of silver and when a palm extends
It dresses down the fingers and to the heart extends
Funny how a day becomes much more for a thought
When beads of fluid love is palmed , caressed, absorbed and caught
Weekend days in Dixie , all warm and not forgotten
Another memory stays with me... steeped in gentle cotton
Dressed in kind with softness close against the flesh
Emotionally enamored by days that seem to mesh
The likeness of yesterday, the dejavu of bliss
I love the dreary days like this and all the times I missed
Wallowing indoors, rummaging through old things
Opening the rusted tears and awakening old dreams.


Author ~ Susan Kathryn de Vegter

(c) copyright, 2003 (all rights reserved) edited 2008