Scent of summertime

Scent of summertime

11 April 2020

 

Run along

The pathways stretch out

Conjoining

Pink flowers

They border the green hedges

Where axe drove the wedges

 

Clear cutting

Woodcutters at work

Loosen limbs

Off the trees

Swaying under springtime breeze

They offer blossoms

 

I inhale

Scent of summertime

Hidden deep

In the grass

When the springtime bloom will pass

Uncover morrows

 

Reading of the poem:

Cibelle – Minha Neguinha