Dandelions

I swim into memories of my childhood and there I was, white puffs like tiny cotton clouds between my fingers

Dandelions

 

Along the cobbled path I walked,

a mint candy easing down my dry throat

I draw in the flavourful air of bucolic charm spread around

from among the green, popped yellow heads fluffy like tiny chicks

they looked bright like the sun

and soft like Dolly’s velvet dress

roaring dandelions like a thousand golden balls

shaking their manes like wild lions

I swim into memories of my childhood

and there I was, white puffs like tiny cotton clouds

between my fingers

my soft breath and then the breeze joined in

off they floated into the horizon beyond the field

they floated like careless whispers

like the fragrance of mother’s incense sticks

they floated away like carefree autumn leaves

sweet memories clutched to me

I relax

as new memories are born.

dandelions

Nisha Raviprasad

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