springs hues

hearts flutter sweet syllables
with spring sprouting, fresh memories,
preceding autumn
washed all stains,

we are children again
born fresh,
not out of physical womb
but from burden of memories.

yellow leaves
fell with ease,
feeding a tree in summer,

leaving stem
longing for new attire

to rejuvenate.

Author notes

Prompt: epilogue to spring

A contest entry

Prompt 122 by crivanea. 700 points, ended November 10, 9 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest

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crivanea
November 10

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i like the poem in its content..and its word chioce..but not sure about its presentation...lol..i love the metaphor in this one..the way you choice to word it..poetically done

creativity: 4/5
imagery: 5/5
diction: 5/5
impact: 7/10

Total: 21/25
amnouup
November 10
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Very nice
Very nice thought and imagery here again with a soft feel, your writes are very soft and pleasant to ears, nice :-)
Macsword
November 9
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Second stanza
is wonderfully worded here poet. Another fine write.