The Last Gloomy Winter Morning

Once again younger days are rediscovered
as two best friends blow bubbles
and kisses at each other
charmingly
cheerfully
under the cool warmth of late-Winter Sun
stelladazing
scintillating
as a smiling Circle
with eight Lines as rays
above two little matchstick children
hopping
tumbling
playing hide-and-seek or
or a game of chase
sharing magic tricks
Spring is fast looming
white balls of cotton
immaculate fallen melted
Hail! O Hail!
newly blossomed
flowers and foliage
efflorescence
effervescence
fervence
fluorescence
half forgotten half remembered...
leaves from my diary—

My childhood tree.

- 1994, Quezon City, Philippines
(While listening to “Am I Wrong?” by Love Spit Love [Love Spit Love; 1994, Imago])