AWAKENINGS by Diane Webster

Tucked snug in bed
moon dark,
heartbeat silent,
fetal limbo pre-sleep.
Like spun inside
a cocoon to dream
of stained-glass wings
on summer winds,
to sip sweet lilac nectar,
to awaken to sunshine’s stretch
that tears fragile parchment
between dream and reality.

Diane Webster enjoys the challenge of picturing images into words to fit her poems. If she can envision her poem, she can write what she sees and her readers can visualize her ideas. Her work has appeared in “The Hurricane Review,” “Eunoia Review,” “Illya’s Honey,” and other literary magazines.