As I drift, a dandelion clock
breathing through sunlight,
wafting at daisies,
my elderflower years have begun.
I once had bright yellow petals,
green leaves shiny and new,
I had you.
Seasons change.
Polly Stretton © 2020
napowrimo #19
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Writings and Witterings
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