Thursday 7 April 2016

Dandelion Town, Dandelion Town.

spring on the smoky wind

 Give me one Dandelion and an empty field and I will plant you a garden.

It will take time and the winds must play their parts, but the garden will grow and move each year like a yellow tide on a distant shore.

Bees will visit.

They will gorge themselves on nectar, grow fat and stumble home.

At dusk the birds will idle, watching the day fade.

At night the frogs will sing and the owl will moan, unable to sleep.

Give me two Dandelions and I will plant you a meadow.

And the days will be a blaze of yellow.


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