Daffodil wonders
Why doesn’t anyone take
My photo in death?
Dandelion shuts
And awaits the transition
Into a timepiece
I wonder what will
Happen to us when we leave?
Apple blooms anyway
There is a meadow
Where lady’s smock grows peaceful
Where I walk and smile
Wild magic takes toll
On spirit and body and
I need to ground, Earth
Nwyfre 