An open field of Dreams

Tis definitely the season
to be jolly and not wallow
in the mire of the
melancholy meanderings of
things that mightve, couldve
should've been or are yet to be

The dark is swept away on a
white sheet of clean and thoughts
can only be of the bright and the good
and the winter sun
that beats the dark if only for a few hours
of bliss

The field on the hill in the sun
to get there, is why I run
for all the dark and dreich is
only the path to the clear and the light
and the sunshine and a smile
from a girl who's
needimg a hand

Tis the season to be jolly
to rejoice and be happy
in the beauty of the light
the shine, the glow
the ever never after
of the first fallen snow