Along every hedgerow,
every field,
silver seeds are flying out,
leaving home to make a new summer.
Parent plants stretch their stalks,
clinging, stroking.
Don’t go!
Not now………. not yet.
Just a few more days,
a few more hours to hold you.
The seed heads quiver
and their children shake out their hair,
ready to take their chances,
longing to soar.
They tumble out,
spilling onto the wind.
A kiss on the wild air
and they are gone.
A farewell and a promise.



7 comments on “Thistledown.

  1. This is my all time favorite poem you have written!

  2. Ali Theobald says:

    This is lovely Pat, so full of hope but wistful too. Beautiful xx

  3. patricia1957 says:

    Thank you Ali! 🙂

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