once more
to lie
amid a haze,
a deep yellow-green field
of dandelions.
their pungent order
so bitter sweet
fills the long liquid
days of summer.
as she, suspended...
in one
brilliant
moment of sunlight...
slowly, bends
to pick this heady brew
the last feast of seasons end
1 comment:
Hey BD,
I am so happy you have returned : ) I hope you are feeling better. I will have to post a link about you on my site. I am sure your blogging friends will return.
Take care and best wishes
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