Shiney, Bright Day

I see a dandelion in perfect bloom,

not one fluff of symmetry yet

diffused from this lone flower —

I’ll not diminish it to weed.

It waits for me on this shiny, bright

day.  The sky is a canopy of that perfect

blue you imagine for picnics and lazy

afternoons floating down clear rivers

or walking in the sun along the bank

snatching stones awaiting under glistening

waves, tiny treasures that so quickly 

lose luster when devoid of water, 

the current that dances like an artist’s 

brush.  You return the rocks, they slip

through the surface, nestle 

again on silt and sand, becoming

gems displayed for all who care

to see the beauty of simple pleasures.

This day is waiting, a few months will pass —

it is there, and I will be glad to walk

in it, take my time, inhale a new

season, and appreciate the warmth

of summer’s precious gifts.

—C.L. Fisher, March 2020

Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writing and images, are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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