Coffee Cup Poem no.34

Another first draft on the cup, so it’s a bit shaky. Also a bit romantic for me, but perhaps I’m ready for spring.

Wishing on Dandelions

Small florets float in summer
fraying in the warm breeze
as she tries to steal them from the sun
and covet their secrets.

Melody turns her back to the seeds,
whirling wind rips wishes from her hands
and the tiny flutes flutter away
with the distant song of Meadowlarks.

She makes a wish on her snowflake weed
and welcomes the change of summer to fall
beckoned by the songs of Meadowlarks,
as they too are carried away with the wind.

Her dandelion travels with a promise
singing her secrets to the Meadowlarks.

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