And then in the springtime,
remember our stashed away
bottles of dandelion wine
A day in the orchard’s lazy day bowers,
we chained our flowers.
We picked strawberries
ate even the green parts
lost in an orchard.
Spoke flowery rhymes,
climbed trees eating apples,
soon we were lost,
had lost all the flower chains.
We brought our bottles in a basket,
with flowers collected from the day before.
Soon we were lost
lost all our chains
of flowers and gathers of branches.
We spoke in whispers,
shouts and giggles
and even our clothes were gone.
Then in the springtime,
remember our stashed away
bottles of dandelion wine.