Saturday, April 20, 2013

Q is for Questions

When I was little I had a lot of questions about everything and everyone - I was a curious child. I used to walk a lot and imagine the places surrounding me the way my parents have told me they used to look like before I was born.

questioning my past -
flooded by dazzling sunlight,
running the wild fields

The hometown of my memories was quite unchanged during my growing up. Only since five years ago the aspect of Scornicesti started to change, getting more modern, more like this century.

tell me willow tree,
which are the secrets you keep
about what has been

Now, when I take a walk around the town I remember the town of my childhood: gloomier than today, but the house of most of my memories.

the same old pine tree
I was using as shelter
during Hide and Seek

It's difficult not to smile at those memories.


  1. Memories of home are the best, aren't they? :)

    I enjoyed your post and your haiku, especially the one about the pine tree. I had one of those trees, too.

    Happy weekend. ☺

  2. Great memories are always grand and fun to question a ton too at ones land

  3. I feel the same way, and your haikus tell the story perfectly. The photos are beautiful, and remind me of where I grew up.

    #atozchallenge, Kristen's blog:

  4. Thank you for sharing the beautiful pictures and poems. Memories can be wonderful when they inspire you.