SPRING WHISPER
By Ina Noileanu
How are you? Sadness or? (Now,
I can’t decide what word I want to write, but I let you to decide).I thought
you haven’t enough time or desire… or is just my opinion?
Come on! Just like that, without a target, wandering through my beloved… beloved of my soul or yours. I know it isn’t polite to invite you, yet I do. I invite you to take a walk.
Even if we are in Lent (the biggest fast), it must exist joy and dear up.
Here is madness! The trees were
in bloom, from three days ago, there are huge flowers. Yesss! I have
a magnolia in my road, there are many trees in this town, but one of them
is on the top of a small hummock. A little tree with mauve – pink
– lilac flowers, that one I love it so much. Yess! And the hyacinth, who
climbed on all stands, with their seductive smell make you to take them
at your home, in your home… leaving it seems steal by persevering
perfume. And what? Yess! The daffodil? What can I say about them
(With shrugging one’s shoulders). They stay whit-whitening face, like a
soloist (primaddona), but only their orange little nose enjoys the eyes.
Yess! White, elegant daffodils… But… the yellows? What? What’s wrong
with them? What is their flaw? With, with their middle like
a thimble…
It seems they say: “Put here your nose!” fragile cups
of the spring grow form grass with green undulate “with and pink and pure
bud”, all urge at serenity, at over flowing in a new shape of the rebirth
or of the cognition, know renaissance.
Nature, with her force, makes you to
live, to desire, to renaissance, to rebirth from an old life experience
a new feeling. To resurrect! To come back! LIVE! Live the newest and the
cleanest shape of the moment.
The smell of the spring, smell of
the savage green, the smell of the bark which carrying the sap. Breathe!
Open the window and breathe! Like that, like my, deep, to send away the
sadness.
Serene days of the spring overflow
with gentle whisper in /and from my heart, driving away being born the
sadness of the buds.Little and fragile leaves peep out on the branch, in
the invasion of the multiple births. Significant places of the tree or
of the sap, will grow up leaves and flowers and fruits for … for who? For
you!
Whisper...
