DANDELION

Fly, downy arrows, over Summer

meadows, over verduous

phalanxes stretching their arms

into the wide blue yonder.

Hasten, Heaven's haloed hopes,

to flowered banks, for

over the howling wind I hear our

tomorrows' tremulous whispers.

Whirl, gossamer wraiths, through

Summertide's scented waves,

for my sisters and I would sway

upon Earth's green spreads.

Fleet, fragile, fey flurries, beneath 

serried rows of scented

violaceous garlands, for our souls

yearn for birth and blooming.

Soar, airy shuttles, through warm,

gilded streams, weaving

laughter, harvesting joyous hues

for our petalled coronets.

Glide, faerie wind dancers, toward

fragrant fields lining the hazy

blue horizon, for there our dreams 

of blossoming await.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

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