Dandelions

I think this more or less fitted the NaPoWriMo prompt. Almost anyway.

Dandelions

Proximity is relative
when we stand so far apart,
shadows gather in the sun,
but light still finds a way through,

when we stand so far apart,
united by unseen bonds,
strong as gossamer.

Shadows gather in the sun
with the strength of thousands,
deer-drifting among the trees,

but light still finds a way through
come hell, high water or the turning year,
like dandelions biding their time.