A poem for children
Little beaming suns
Suddenly appear
In lawns and meadows.
Butterflies feed
On the nectar of their yellow.
As fluffy seed clocks,
Children help them on their way,
Telling time of day,
As does the wind,
Floating parachutes of seed
Far and wide.
In autumn,
Their toothy leaves go unseen
And in winter,
Their seeds sprout,
Ready to come out
In lawns and meadows,
Little beaming suns.
© Kim M. Russell, 2016
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writing in north norfolk 