29 Mar 2014


a breath of
white stars
whispers a
far-off dream

a resting place
away from here,

i'll never know
where you land
on which stone 
or blade of grass

for now it's enough
to hold you in my hands

fumble tiny seeds
breathe soft 
and blow

you are the words 
I must hear,

let go, let go, let go


  1. Delicate, charming reminder of my childhood love of dandelion 'clocks'.

  2. Beautiful, I love dandelions so much - even my shop is named after them. :) your picture is lovely.


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