Even in the crisp, chilly sun
There seems to be
The likelihood to run
Golden pollen
Creating shimmering
Yolky pools
Though long fallen
Still coating grass
dried like straw
laying in clumps
Running through percolates the
Canary clouds starting to brew
Grabbing a blooming dandelion
Plucking it before the fluff
Forms and flies away
A fluffy buzzing bumble bee
Now powdery, flies from
A clustered head of mustard
Like a criminal absconding with its
Dusty quarry
Gathered together by
An expert forager
Permanently capturing
This citrine wonder
Shining down like
Gods presence among us
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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