"Is everything alright".

 PREMONITION

Saturday, February 21, 2026
7:51 PM

(By: Karla Wagener. This poem reminds me of "All quiet on the Western Front")

The susurration of a dream
Woke the consciousness
Like a flowing stream,

Rustling like falling leaves
To nurture mother earth.

Hearing the sound
In vibrations
Without vision
Only expectations

Was the catch
The bait laid
And providence
Fulfilled in
An imminent fate.