They’re golden stars in verges, fields, lawns, along hedgerows. Gardeners pour vinegar on them to kill the roots, dig them up, use them to make wine, or toss into salads. They’re a delight to the eye in spring …
DANDELION VISIONS
sun washed
by green seas –
feathers
flying a field
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dandelions
wilt into clocks
timing the wind
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a yellow chalice
swallows sunset –
closes against
the lips of dusk
published in Time of Singing
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson