Blue Pen Strokes

Basking in the glow
Delicate dandelion
Feathery seeds float
To some, just a petty weed
A wild spirit, untamed, free

The umber mud stains
Our eager, vivid footsteps
Each murmur ensnared
Under drenched canopy
Of a glowing forest trail

Dainty spring breeze lifts
Flurry of seeds in the skies
Wildflowers grow wings
Destined to carry stories
From this corner to the next!

Stupor of the night
Gleefully escapes as wisps;
Smoke from a kettle
A new morning stumbles in
With brewed coffee on its breath.

Gentle breeze captive
Now, it’s just a mild fragrance
Hung on a clothesline
Warp and weave permeated
With cosy visions of a home.