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The Memory

I awaken with morning
sun on my face; breathing
in the fresh scent of spring—those 
dew-pearls the droning bees and I both adore; 
it is a fond, buzzing-sweetness; 
this tasty treat of seasons,
eruptions of color and scent filling my capacities--
I am a flourish of youth again:
time to dust things off, those things kept from 
the cold under wrap--opening all windows
and airing—renewing if just for a moment 
those uncharted beginnings together,
how we gathered our daisies, drinking deep
from pools of forbidden nectar, with guiltless
delight.

Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2019

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Elaine Perrin Date: 10/13/2019 6:51:00 AM You have painted a beautiful picture with your words :-) x Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 10/13/2019 9:56:00 AM The secret of life: remain young in heart, and keep the thought-brush painting beautiful images--even from memory is Ok--never dwell on the negative. For sure, what we think, we will have. Fortunately and Unfortunately (joined karma), we are not alone in this thought pool. Have beautiful day my friend!

Sandra Adams Date: 9/27/2019 10:00:00 PM love the metaphor in this poem...nice penning...some memories are worth reliving, even if for only a moment :) hugs Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 9/27/2019 11:03:00 PM Thank you so much, Sandra; have a great evening!

Wendy Watson Date: 9/27/2019 11:15:00 AM There was so much of this that I loved,Joe. You really set the scene well and it was a real pleasure to read. Login to Reply Joe Dimino Date: 9/27/2019 8:51:00 PM That is very kind of you; thank you very much. Joe.