Monday, June 18, 2012

Prunes and Plums

Image Credit: Google.com



Last time’s fastened breath still in head,
Spring breeze freezes, listening,
The imagery from this garden,
Turns greener and clearer,
As if I’m seven years old,
Being forgiven for running cross the woods,
Plucking someone else’s wild berries…

6 comments:

Sheng T-H-E Wu said...

wishing me a lovely summer time,

smiles.

very busy.

Kristjaan Panneman said...

Beautiful poem. Well composed. Thank you for sharing.

Marcie Automatic Constantin said...

love the imagery.

Tifiny ishare Moon said...

amazing poetry.

George Lincoln said...

incredible.

Taylor Kong Boomer said...

love the fruitful imagery.