Dandelions

By John I. Blair 

 

Behold the ground
Where golden dandelions glow
And their evanescent seedheads
Blow across the lawn this day!

Gone are the times, though,
When I would hold a stem
And wish my breath
Across the flower’s fluff.

For despite this February sunshine
I cannot help but think
About the love I’ve known
That now is flown away.

©2019 John I. Blair, 2/5/2019

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