Closed eyes open the doors of the mind –
Memories mischievously peep from behind.
Black and white flashbacks turn many-hued,
when Bougainvilleas play Spring’s prelude
As flaming red merged with drizzles of white,
creating a flurry of magenta so bright.
Ever wondered at hummingbirds and bees?
How do they endure the thorns with ease?
Crushed bracts often left me red-handed.
Curious fingers got ‘Bougainvillea branded’.
A lost voice often resonates within me,
Let’s hide again under the Bougainvillea tree.
Countdown: T-minus 10 to Writer’s Digest’s April PAD challenge. Prompt ‘Let’s_____’