Dandelion Dreams
Swaths of golden dandelions
tumble wildly over the hillsides
in a waterfall of yellow hues
that sparkle through
dew laden grass, gleaming
with fresh simplicity.
As dandelions sway in the wind
soft murmurings of melodies
resound, rustling and tossing petals
like wild notes playing
over a wind blown breeze.
Delicate powder puff dandelions
round and leafless, airy and white
carelessly blow and fall apart
drifting away, like wandering hearts
wrapped in dandelion dreams.
Written on 4/3/2019
Copyright © Laura Leiser | Year Posted 2019
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