Dreams hope and love

In awe beneath stormy clouds    
mounting threats dark in the east      
arched against the evening sun,    
Crows and foxes hide in hope,    
natures gift making life worthwhile    
dreams,soft, minds cannot    
without hope,love not enough    
nor can compete,dreams fade    
so they must,    
waking  our only hope.    
Ephemeral flowers light our day    
beneath a darkening east    
 whence  day is come .    
draw close beneath the trees    
joining crow and fox as    
storms embrace the day    
stirring air  chill and clear    
lungs refreshed.    
Wait the long night vigil    
hopes revived, with bonds of    
dreams. Hope and love,these three    
there is no more,none ever more.