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