Everything’s brightly coloured for children:
plums taste of purple and language is light.
Recall how we played and laid on the grass,
all sappy with newness bursting through glass
and what if every day opens as May-day
blossoming buds on an evergreen tree;
child-like-ness fired in your brain, never pruned,
like an unfading flourish, radiant for now
- yes for now - but again and again.
plums taste of purple
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. Wish we could all be children again.
ReplyDeleteChildhood awakens with these words...I'm so very far from it that I didn't even realize I'd forgotten what it was. Childhood is Holy. Thanks for giving me a little taste of it again
ReplyDeleteagain and again...I guess it's never really over
ReplyDelete..from Our perspective when We were young - beautiful words inspired by wonderful children - thanks for sharing Dad
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