Weekly Writing Challenge: Flash Fiction

Path to a Dream

The paths lead to high rockery beds
Under azalea trees of pink pompom heads

The higher the paths the clearer the views
Of rolling mountains and snow tops too

Walk downward through daffodils, snowdrops on display
The lower paths yield to colours that pave the way

In a carpet of yellow, a half-moon seat
Under trees and patterns a glorious treat

The steps direct to mountains and skylines of blue
The windy path, to a fountain of quiet will do

With a field and a gate that entices the feet
To a hidden tarn in the summer heat

With tall grasses, a stillness, reflections, so calm,
And swans watch as the sun beams down to charm

An abandoned shack once had a boat
That glided the water and slowly did float

Where you and I could have slept the night
The full moon would have glistened and beamed so bright