Blowing In the Wind
Wisps of recollections waft through my mind
like spores on soft white memories’ threads -
vague remnants of May's sun-gold heads.
I glimpse but cannot hold them.
How foolish the girl who
sent them blowing in
the wind - wishing
her springtime
soon would
end!
8/24/17
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017
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