Do you remember
the humid, rainy days
the cool, fresh breeze
and the stubborn patches of snow
refusing to melt as the weather got warmer?
Do you remember
the shy, delicate buds
the vividly-green grass
and the brilliantly bright wildflowers
scattered everywhere, like sprinkles on ice cream?
Do you remember
the sweet, crimson strawberries
the tart, midnight-colored blueberries
and the pale pink cherry blossoms
their petals falling from tree branches like drizzling rain?
Do you remember
the cheerful, gurgling creek we visited in the morning
playing in the crisp, cool woods in the afternoon
and staying out till dark
in the balmy, velvet dusk?
Do you remember
the little silver fish weaving in and out between the rocks
the robins and swallows singing their chirpy greetings
and the timid, furry rabbits
hopping away as soon as we got too close?
Do you remember
those hopeful spring days
giving us something to live for
in the dead of winter's icy realm?
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Verses from the Soul
PoesiaPoetry sings your song. YOU create it. YOU breathe life into it, from the depths of your essence. It is an embodiment of who you are. Poetry is a collection of verses from the soul.
