Dandy Dandelions

DANDY DANDELIONS Joy springs sudden and without talk From the simplest of childish roots. Homebound from work to metro along city walk I saw today on one of my regular routes, The overgrowth of dandelions from the sun, Very tall and reaching through the iron fence, black and low Wind catching them waving happily in fun, Like little girls all standing tall on tip-toe Trying to catch my attention and saying “Look at me, Isn’t my bright yellow dress the prettiest?” And indeed each one was beautiful to see - It was too hard to choose the loveliest . I felt like god with these tiny saffron Seraphim Looking for my admiration and recognition: For tireless, glowing, heated energetic vim, Jostling and basking in my approval of their motion. Sometimes a dandelion is simply a dandy to a child: And today I suddenly felt the meaning of this grow. They were in truth all dandies, and I smiled - I smiled silently all the way home in the metro. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . NOTE This is not intended as a parody of his poem, but many times I’ve read of Wordsworth’s elation and his feelings about his daffodils. Today I discovered for myself what he felt, and it was thought-provoking. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Written 6 April 2012 and entered in Lisa Hiatt ~Dark Poetess's Contest Where have all the flowers gone