Little clocks tumble by the birdfeeder tolling the hours since you have gone. When the fields opened swallowing the Earth Mother's daughter blood of pomegranate on her lips she bowed her back and returned to the soil plowing her grief into what she knew best blessing the dirt in the seams of her hands. And what of you gossamer spores tossed dancing on the wind my first flower gone to seed and you can't wait and I'm still here learning acceptance.
6 replies on “Dandelion”
Ah, the sighs of Persephone! Chills!
This is a bruiser!
Thanks – ❤️
Stunning!!! Persephone is one of my recurring echoes of wonder!! Thanks
Thank you for reading the poem! xo