Dust
I awoke to find dusty footsteps in my room
I knew we had no dust inside or out
Did I bring some back from my dream
Of dancing barefoot on the moon?
©Anita Dawes
Dust
I awoke to find dusty footsteps in my room
I knew we had no dust inside or out
Did I bring some back from my dream
Of dancing barefoot on the moon?
©Anita Dawes
I love this one – the idea of bringing something back from one’s dream – though that conjures all sorts of worrying images!
Wow! That one blew me away.
So good, and then the wonderfully whimsical ending–unexpected and delightful!
Thank you so much, Mae…
Lovely, Anita.
So kind, Steve…
It was the kind of clear and ‘snappy’ piece that I love.
Good to know…