Spring of Childhood Memories

~Spring of Childhood Memories~
        by ~Minja~

Listen the sound of blooming flowers
and first flight of butterflies. Can you hear?
Trees flourish its branches remembering childhood,
building a house for sparrows, reaping the fruits
of scented, sour apple tree

as the season's breeze awakening the senses of sleeping beauty
opening the gates, cutting the cultivation of lop,
kissing roses in dewy morning.

In the juniper meadow covered with daisies you lay;
daisy-wreath on child's head,
daisy-necklace 'round his neck,
love me-love me not sweet words from his mouth. A memories
for dandelion flower, kissed by a sting of bee;
blew by soft nature breeze.

Heather growing white on the hills,
light blue sky with puffy clouds,
saffron blooming under wet blanket of forest leaves.
Sound of old wooden chair on porch,
warm touch of morning sun rays,
smell of the apple pie and cinnamon.

Upon a bed of green grass you lay
allowing the spring light the childhood memories;
awaken the beauty, weave the life.
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Written for "Verdant Poetry Contest"