A Dream Set In Winter Poem by Rogerlene Blount

The day is alarmed!
Morning clouds turn mother-of-
pearl under a shocking sun’s
brilliance.

Metal birds dance with their
feathered cousins in a blue
sky until it loses its softness…
grays.

Angels with a new-found
sense of awareness discard
their wings to walk the
mortal world.

A child’s laugh reduces the
harsh howl of the wind
to a hushed breeze.

The forest calmed, it begins
to rain. The pebbled path sings
and squeaks under my bare
feet.

Enchantments drape my soul
like the warmest blanket
as I try, in vain, to
awaken.


(R.M.Y.B./10-19-1997)