The Dandelion
It’s a weed in name only
Spikey green leaves, a yellow face
Hearty with a no-nonsense enthusiasm
Growing with total abandon
With no regard for rules
In gardens, lawns, in tiny cracks
At last forming a perfect ball of silver threads
Pouf! The seeds blown by the wind
Or by little ones with childish delight
The dandelion….
4/4/19
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2019
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