My Orchard

My orchard
Where golden sunlight streams amber through clear purple flowers, ivy shimmers like fine, pulled silver threads, and tiny clouds of pollen hover about their vital source.

My orchard
Where my dreams gallop between dappled colts, the sun is shaded by silvery mist, and cold fronts create sweet, hot chocolate in a mug, warm slippers and a comfortable fire.

My orchard
Where glowing bugs with crystalline wings like shattering glass frolic with white wolves, leaves fall all year round but faithful trees are never bare, and I may be without a fear, where my fantasies roam free.

My orchard