These days it's gotten even harder
to know if I'm awake
or only dreaming
perhaps because spring's onrush
is so dreamlike
the landscape changing
every time I breathe
new leaves and flowers
appearing out of nowhere
almost unearthly beauty
all around me
or is it that my dreams
have grown more serious
more focused on their task
and so more lifelike
working to prepare me
for that vital moment
of waking from this dream
into the next