Can't Stop the Clock

If we must age,
and age we must,
let it be like the dandelion head:
frail and grey,
going to seed;
let a gentle wind blow us to bed.

poem © Celia Warren 2013

After I took yesterday's worm charming blip, I took a bit of video film of the event. I've put it up online, if you'd like to see worm charming in action, at Blackawton International Worm Charming Festival.