Green saturates
every sense
~ a miracle
in chlorophyll ~
suddenly here
.
Leaves appear
in glorious iterations
emerald bursts
topped with
delicate petals
.
Ferns folded
within folds
unravel with
geometric grace
to the tick of
dandelion clocks
.
River races on
without sleep
washing new life
to the ocean
snow-chilled
and urgent
.
And the birds
oh the birds
they sing
every daylight hour
staking claims
making love
guarding home
just because
.
By Carys Owen
‘
Loosely related to the theme of nature,
my hymn to the late arrival of spring.
Carys Owen Poetry 
What a beautiful poem.
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Aw thanks Melissa 🙂
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Nice. Especially like the dandelion clocks
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Thanks! Recently I picked a dandelion head and blew on it to tell the time…it had been many years since I’d tried it…still a child at heart 🙂
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I’ve never done that. How does that work?
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It’s pretty simple- you pick a dandelion seed head and blow on it…counting how many breaths of air it takes to remove all the seeds…that number tells you what hour ‘o’clock’ it is. As children without watches or knowledge of how to tell the time, it was magical!
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dandelion clocks – took me back to my childhood, lovely Carys
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