Hanging . A dandelion.Upside down.Breezed by the winds.Whizzed by the prickly pollensOn my floret skin.Buzzed by bumblebees,Tiny birds, flirtatious insects,Sensing their beaks,Tweaking their piercy antennae!To check my buoyancy, smell, specie...And rummaging away,Hangovered by my faint smell,Almost brushing past me ,A dandelion of sorts.A weed to the world, and wine to some.It is the beesThat bring … Continue reading Dandelion
Dunes & Dusk 