Time for Bed Revisited aka Four Seasons As I lay in my bed tossing and turning, my mind strays to the Summer that swept over me. I wonder at why the colors of Fall are not quite as loin-stirring this year. Here, the brilliance of the maples is dulled and almost sad. The rain spatters in a rhythm recognized only by the insects who wish to delay the long sleep of Winter. And the wetness turns the black roads to oily rivers ready to carry their cargo further into the night. Light thunder is disguised by the echo of planes searching for a beacon and semi-trucks sighing as they find rest. Orchestrated symphonies Spring from birds anticipating the coming dawn. And I toss and turn praying Sleep will rest its hand on my head and whisper Sshhh in my ear as it leans down to kiss each closed eyelid. October 8, 1998 ~april~ Send April an E-Mail Visit April's Homepage BEŠ