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Spring Dreams - week 31

I dreamed of Spring sprung so newly,
Fresh upon my skin like a cool mist,
With a cheeky air and a gentle kiss,
Making both me and my hair act unruly.

I lifted an umbrella as the rain poured down,
Proud of my plastic coat and galoshes,
I danced to the rhythm of its splish and sploshes,
yet wondering, why I was in my nightgown?

That is the nature of dreams, you see -
strange details and far out notions
affecting the brain like some magic potion -
Upon waking, I am not even sure it was me.



Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" 

Prompt - photo of girl with plastic umbrella in the spring rain