2024 – Spring

When I remember past Springs

Author: MAB

When I remember past Springs,
I think of birds with white wings.
I often dream of my childhood, 
of flower gardens and dense woods,
Hunting for an elusive hare,
Searching for his eggs on a dare,
Filled with chocolate and honey:
The hunt for the Easter bunny.

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