Yesterday
stealing from the sun
dandelions
lit the shaded path
briefly. Now they’re gone.
Hurry through
faded meadows while
light still holds.
Days grow shorter; how
quickly evening comes.
Stirred to rise
by a falling foot,
feathered seeds
graceful on the breeze
drift towards the dawn.
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