I Am a Dandelion

I Am /A Dandelion I stem out to a beautiful flower dressed in yellow, with a milky latex that runs in my veins. Omitting a fragrant perfume of my own. As the night falls, I close and slumber till sunrise. Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, I’m standing tall with downy white feathery fine hair. As a gentle cool breeze whispers with a kiss, I surrender my fruit to fall into its hands. Swept away and drifts like little propellers with the wind, like a thief in the night whisking them away over long distances Out to their lovers as they mate with the rich brown soil. ©By: Eve Roper 5/3/2015 Dandelion late Middle English: from French dent-de-lion, translation of medieval Latin dens leonis ‘lion's tooth’ (because of the jagged shape of the leaves). Contest : Picture Yourself as a Flower! Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich