The Dandelion O’er The Field

She Thrives through the meadows
Swaying with the blows
As it strikes against 
Her shaky crown

Watching the seeds flutter
With a whisper
To a deep and distant realm
While settling to retire

Later you see another,
You steadily blow among her
Warm and whole hearted
Hoping for your heart’s desire


Get new posts delivered to your inbox.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Website Powered by

Up ↑

Create your website with
Get started
%d bloggers like this: