a single dandelion
stood in that empty spot
next to an ancient
wooden spool
swaying
as I walked alone
along the coastal road –
aflame with wildflowers
and wanton red poppies –
I’d spotted it,
innocent and naif
in its coat
of ruffled yellow
and then …
it disappeared
into the darkness
after the last flaring
light of sunset
I’ll never know
if it was there
on the morrow
© Gsk ‘16
Sunday’s Whirligig 65: THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Once in a Meadow, Near Los Osos by Michael McClintock: single, empty, dandelion, spool, aflame, wanton, flaring, wildflowers, poppies, coastal, innocent, coat
Gorgeous photograph.
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Beautiful.
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beautiful thoughts and image!
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Beautiful, cara!! so many words to spill over such a stunning photo!
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Beautiful, whimsical poem.
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