Wednesday, 2 November 2022

 Dandelion clocks


The field was yellow

with dandelion flowers

only a week ago.

A field of sunshine.

I caught it at that moment,

a moment in time.

And now the moment has passed,

clocked off,

has become a field of clocks

which can’t tell what time it is.

Only that the yellow sunshine

was fragile,

as fragile as a dandelion clock.

Only that time has passed

leaving only clocks

that will soon be wished 

away in the wind.




http://www.highlandparkpoetry.org/themusesgallery.html



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