Kisses to the celestial skies And wishes on dandelion seeds.


Words slip from my tongue

Like kisses to the celestial skies

And wishes on dandelion seeds.

Passion spills like water from

A fountain, rain in spring

And puddles with tip tapping ripples.

Goodness, need seeps from

My mind with careless desire

Taking me higher…

It’s a choice you see, igniting

Flames, choosing life

Not cold, blessings given

My soul leaks into my

Existence ignoring my

Resistance, devouring my

Mind it is so very insistent!

Thoughts escape the confines

Of my mind.
Karen Hayward ©2017

Dandelion trails.



If one day I was so inclined
To leave a trail of me behind
Of tiny seeds to nurture so
and fragments of myself to grow.
Would a path of me evolve
In peppered flowers to dissolve?
Sprinkled petals speckles delight,
A seeded journey ablaze with light.
Twisting, winding, dipping and rising
Would my seeds become the horizon
Would Monica joan stand guard,
Protecting weeds near and far.
Tread bare dirt and dying land
Sahara tears in the devil’s hand.
Yet, between the dock leaves
nestling at the base of trees,
Perhaps would lay a daisy
Seen on summer days so hazy.
A gentle constellation of my presence,
Gaia kissed by my loving essence.
A sinful trance of naked song
Weeds growing where flowers belong.

Karen Hayward (c) 2017
Image and words