What a lovely sign of Spring is a field yellow with dandelion flowers. On Day 508 of the daily new poems our poet Lynn White clocks a field of sunshine …
Dandelion clocks
The field was yellow
with dandelion flowers
only a week ago.
A field of sunshine.
I caught it at that moment,
a moment in time.
And now the moment has passed,
clocked off,
has become a field of clock
which can’t tell what time it is.
Only that the yellow sunshine
was fragile,
as fragile as a dandelion clock.
Only that time has passed
leaving only clocks
that will soon be wished
away in the wind.
Lynn White
first published in Midnight Circus, Spring 2017