Between Tower and Blossom🌸

Upon old walls the morning rests,
the tower holds its crimson light.
Past years lie quiet in timbered beams,
wrapped in memory and time.
Below, along the greening hills,
spring wakes in gentle clarity.
In white blossoms life is burning —
new, as if it had never been.
Like tender snow on fragile grass
hope lingers in the silent air.
Each bud is whispering softly
of fresh beginnings, bright and fair.
Even ancient stone seems softened,
as though it knew from the start:
After winter, cold and shadowed,
young light returns to the heart.

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- Apple blossom in Rothenburg (Germany), Nenke and Ostermaier 1892