The Garden Prince's Freckles

Spring is blooming 

around me, 

the trees flushing pink, 

the wildflower-shaped freckles 

scattered throughout the grass 

growing darker, brighter 

with the sun; 

 

The little boy next door, 

our Garden Prince, 

wanders through the daffodils 

waist-high on him, 

smile like the sun 

liquid glass on the lake. 

 

I want to hand him the crown 

I've woven from fallen twigs, 

the cascading tears 

of the weeping willow, 

adorned with palm-sized clusters 

of apple blossoms 

and forget-me-nots; 

 

I want to gift him a cluster of freckles 

for him to wear atop his smiling face, 

because his joy 

is one with the spring, 

always growing brighter. 

Posted in response to the challenge Climate and Our Earth - Writing .

maelynslavik

VT

15 years old

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