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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Spring (the season) (07/23/09)

TITLE: Even flowers miss it!
By nayiba yavala
07/29/09


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The cold is gone, the days when nothing seems okay, when noses run, people hug amidst sniffs, when frozen water drop from the sky, cold days that only get colder and the sun seems on leave. Those days of yesterday where I found solace wrapped in my duvet, with a cup of steaming tea and my ever warm puppy- Barret, closely beside me, Those cold winter days, are gone!

Now I flirt with the memory, kind of miss it, the pretty sight of snow caressing hills, the innocent manner in which they melt away, like a shy teenage girl after a tease. I miss it like I miss my not so good old days, my yesterdays, yesterdays that the tears flowed like fountains and the pain pinched on. I miss not to go back, but to spend some time thinking about it.

Now that we are still thinking, I begin to think about summer, it's my greatest thought, a treat I give my self to feel hope. Summer like my future is bright, the many tomorrows I dream of, hope for, and fantasize about, thats basically what I live for. Come tomorrow I'll be better, do I have a choice when the sun will shine brighter? The warmth, the bright colours, every thing is like a dream come true. The children will be here and they will play in the garden, giggle under the sunlight. The butterflies will dance as the birds sing their songs. I live for summer, my great untold tomorrow.

But I wonder, where I am at now, It's the season even the flowers miss. The birthing of all my tomorrows and the decaying of yesterdays' sorrows. It's spring, the season I should love, the now, the present. The blessed gift of today. This is my spring, the string that holds my hopes, my summer.

So I look back at winter with retrospect, look forward to summer with expectation -my great prospect! but most importantly, I try to be present, I try to thank God for the gift of today. And when today is gone, i'll miss it, just as flowers miss spring.

It's the season flowers miss!


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Jackie Wilson08/01/09
I really liked the rhythm of your words and phrases and your story was engaging.
Karen Pourbabaee 08/01/09
I like your lyrical style...a poetic
flow of words yet not a poem.
Very good.
Laura Manley08/02/09
Not easy to write in the lyrical way you have written this story, but nonetheless, you have done a very good job. A very unique way of writing and I liked it. Keep writing!