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you come back and find this

something about weather

when all you want is a hug, or

you know . . . and i say

this is when we feel the cold

the first of it; later, the frigid

days and nights will be nothing

to these first shivery nights

but the days are warm

no, this is not a poem of weather

but what a cold night does

to one's dreams, to my dreams

we are here, face to face

strirrup to stirrup and side by side

we cross the mountains and the valleys wide

the first dream came last night

i couldn't believe it, couldn't have

dreamed of it, but i did, 'twas  a bit

of something old and something new

a bit of innocence and a whole lot

of experience—feel it coming on

like a treasure hunt i leave you clues

subtle as a moose in rut, but there

for you for when you choose to return

i can be patient, if i have to be

leaving clues here and there while i wait

eventually you'll find them

all in the line of  let's be fabulous—n'est-ce pas

i'll be if you be, if you be my dream

~

lyric by jimmie driftwood