Thursday, May 01, 2008

Time flies


Day's red rimmed eye dawns
From fuzzed and bladed green
Dreams, knows the world again
Through the myriad points
Of the new unbroken clock,
Each one a seed.

11 comments:

Robin Starfish said...

Wonder full.

Childhood, the joy of picking ripe dandelion heads and blowing the tiny parachutes up into the breezy sky. No care of weeds then. Poof, magic, timeless...

Reluctant Blogger said...

Lovely.

Whenever I see Dandelion clocks I am reminded of a friend back in Aber. He was about 40 I suppose and from Scotland and until I told him,he had no idea that those clocks were a later stage of Dandelions. How can he have gone through life without noticing that?

We used to drive my grandmother crazy as children blowing those clocks all over her garden!!

Dave King said...

Enjoyed it immensely. Simple on top, and with so much packed into six short lines I am sure I will go on enjoying it for a long while.

Zephyr said...

What a terrific image!! And such a thoughtful poem to accompany it!

Rosie said...

-:) I dont care what the gardener says...I like dandelions

Bee said...

And aren't the days as fragile, and as quickly gone, as the dandelion head?

I never realized that May Day was the first day of SUMMER on the old pagan calendar. I hope you had some sun today in Brittany.

Plutarch said...

Just today, I was looking at the stars that appear on dandelion clocks so beautifully depicted here.

Isabelle said...

What a way you have with words and pictures. I enjoyed your previous prose poem too.

SpiralSkies said...

Crumbs, what a start to the day... simply beautiful.

HLiza said...

Oh ..that heavenly 'fur' flower is called "dandelion clock"? I saw a lot of it in my childhood story books illustrations..but we don't have it here. I remember one book said fairies live on it. How are you doing dear Lucy?

Bee said...

Our lane is just filled with dandelion clocks! I can't believe I haven't seen any children blowing them!