...now sleepy from travels...stepping lightly through snow, sinking deeply, dreaming of rest...the grass has been tucked in...sleeping, slipping away. fades & shrinks...waiting for warmer days...i dream only for today...my travels are over the sleeping...i am in no such hurry to wake who sleeps soundlessly...below my feet...
*yawn*
*yawn*
we'll paint it with a $ & let it go for that international sparrow who's song is a jingle.