Downy fluff, powder puff
Summer’s fleeting fancy
Drifting slowly groundward
To sleep, dream, be renewed
I live in Northern Ireland among history and myth, reality and dreams: mountains, bushes, trees, fields, historic sites and lots and lots of rain - hence the greenery!
change, hope, micropoetry, nature, Poetry, seasonal
April 9, 2017 at 11:23 pm
Dandelions are like wishes every time you blow on them almost like magic.
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April 9, 2017 at 11:47 pm
Have done that so many times. We call it telling the time, one breath is one hour until all seeds are gone 😊
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