once more to lie amid a haze
a deep yellow green fields
of golden dandelions.
their pungent odor so bitter sweet
fills the long liquid days of summer.
as she, suspended in one brilliant
moment of sunlight slowly bends
to pick this heady brew,the last feast of seasons end.
her cotton skirt layered with their majesty.noble lions heads
dandelions, swaying in a mist if golden delight.
lions heads of old
sweet dandelions heady brew
liquid summers end
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