This morning I painted a dandilion I'd seen.
Already to be blown by the wind;
and taken airbourne ready to seed.
Even its etheral quality amongst the green.
For all colours and etheral flatters green reed.
Tick tock as time and the elements sweep by;
so dandilion is dispersed till it is elswhere seen.
Creations wonder, however, can they call them weed,
their healing powers we need.
by Anita Griffiths
11/08/16
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