The Inkwell

from inkdrop – poetry, places and events

Dandelion Seed Clock

They’re off on a journey

Travelling by air

Through skies of blue

The destination – yet unknown

That depends on the breeze they chase

The arrival time – when the wind drops

Then they’ll take a siesta, in

The nearest spot of soil

Till time awakens them all and

Their new flowers appear

They may be called “Weeds” but

There’s more to these wildflowers

They’re Bright yellow Dandelions – watch them roar!

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