Wispy propellers twist and turn
powered by wind
they float, sail, drift, glide, soar
freefalling
sinking into available spaces
and if conditions permit
bloom
with yellow brilliance
until the ticking clock
transforms blooms into
balls of puff
waiting for wind
for wishes
for the breath of children
let them fly!
Thinking Through My Lens 
This was a pretty piece, text and photo! I shared it in my “Joyful Reads for the Weekend” post today. Always love to see your images and your take on them.
Thanks Joy! And thanks for reading my blog. I enjoy your joyful reads, I’m honored to be included.
Kim