Dandelion Clocks

Imagination soars on wings of dragonflies
To other countries, other times.
My mouth takes in deep breaths and
Tells the hours on dandelion clocks.

I harness myself to a seed parachute
And lazy seconds drift by on air currents.
I land beside yellow violets and
White flower-promises of wild strawberries.

I sate myself with innocent moments
Of childhood home and yesteryear memories.
Then mystical chariot of winged dragonflies
Transports my satisfied soul to the now.

(The photo is of Judith at a young age with her mother in her home town of Brecon, Wales.)