on the canicular breeze
a thistle seed blows
in Brownian motion
brushing the ground
then flying high above the rooftops
"fairy horses" we called them
when I was a child –
catch them to make a wish
and for a moment I am tempted
to leave my keyboard and books and brushes
and go racing
barefoot into the meadow
7 comments:
my kids thought I was mad when I went chasing after one of these last week. Love the painting and words
As a romantic, I want the wish but as a gardener, I want to stop it rooting!
Oh, how nostalgic! I love it. :)
Thanks Steph :)
That's beautiful Rachel. In a meadow, it wouldn't matter!
Fairy horse is a wonderful expression.
Thank you both :)
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