when i was writing of blossoms
2007/09/18 in narratives
there on the light breeze, the scent of blossoms sweet. and walking in the orchard, you see the rows and rows of trees. the heavier limbs are propped with support beams, often at an angle. holding the limbs that will bear so much fruit.
spring is a fresh a blooming time, all the world is on the edge of new creations. if you go exploring, how many different things you find. and found, explored, adored and mementos. the petals falling form patterns on the orchard grass more complex than carpeting. more depth to this field. and selecting these petals, a small hand, gathering chosen treasures. to save for fall. spring is the complement to autumn. and while we observe the seasons harvest, the mementos of spring, in a trusted place, are found, their faint scent stronger than the memory, stronger than being there.
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