Morning Garden

Both Hands Dreaming

When words from two dreams

got caught in my drawing

the word feelings became birds

flying. The sky became the story,

etcetera became flowers and

my journal a beautiful garden.

The dreams are the flowers and the colors

are movement. There are two suns,

yellow and orange,

one for each dream. I hope

that they were a premonition

and the dreams will keep blossoming

all through the spring—

that is just waking—

and after.

Tzivia Gover

© May 2011

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