Yellow Dresses

YELLOW DRESSES Joy springs sudden and silent From the simplest of childish roots. Homebound from work to metro along a city way I saw today on one of my regular stops The overgrowth of dandelions from the sun, Very tall and reaching through the iron railing, Wind catching them waving happily, Like angelic little girls all standing tall on tip-toe, Trying to attract my attention and saying “Look at me, Isn’t my bright yellow dress the prettiest?” And indeed each one was beautiful - It was too hard to choose. I felt like a god with these tiny saffron Seraphim Looking for my admiration and recognition: For their tireless, glowing energy, Joyfully jostling and basking in my approval. Sometimes a child simply calls dandelions dandies: And today I suddenly felt the meaning deepen. They were in truth all dandies, and I smiled - I smiled silently all the way home.