Circles of Dreams
Beneath my magnolia tree
a gentle breeze kept
making invisible circles
around me.
I did not understand at first-
and then I realized it was
gathering dreams, hitchhiking
on the perfect breeze pursuing
their chance to find out their end
and I bid each one success as I
stood beneath my magnolia tree
I watched her white saucer flowers
catch their tears of happiness and
I knew each passenger of the wind
reached their destination
By Lorraine Stark
Image via Unsplash photographer @brunonw