Infant Spring Fervour

Dewdrops stream down boisterous children’s freckle-strewn mischievous dials, as they dash in cartoon costume faux denim apparel amidst the pale yellow sunlight glare. Marble stone button twiddle on a blue rinse wrinkle t-shirt, Sumptuous ice cream raspberry blobs tantalise the cheeky taste bud imps whose chocolate brown eyes swell with every morsel glutinously gorged on. Doting parents wantonly indulge their dawn glow offspring’s shrieks of antic wonderment, the honeysuckle fragrance that releases germ-stuffed nostrils a portentous spring nectar booster shot for folk and kin alike, effervescent yodel from young sibling and the young at heart zeal of golden realm guardians elevated to this neon sign paradise, purple sleeve lacquer layer hydrant, surreal spirit saviour of parched embryonic throats. Picklock to that universal perfume cloud that hovers over asphalt stain urn and stoic mint green pristine luscious lawn, playground for the butterfly wing vernal innocent shrouded by an orange peel citric soft fruit haze. Age span infant euphoric zoom on fountain spume, where families in a Ferris wheel hubub rejuvenate the lacklustre greyness of their far too often monochrome existence. Posted ; 4th May 2022