Divine Dandelions
Divine Dandelions
I found a golden dandelion that must
have been carried in on the wind.
The four whimsical winds are known
to be a dandelion's best friend.
Its tiny ray petal germinating in a patch
of springtime's rain drenched earth.
First seen as a verdant sprout, budding,
then blooming to share merry mirth.
Dandelions, most all gardeners disdain;
killing them with vinegar, salt and soap.
Yet next year they will appear again
against a gardener's fervent hope.
In Moses' time, the bible says they bloomed,
used as medicine, as a food or mild tea.
When the blooms fade to form a downy head,
kids love to blow their soft tufts playfully.
In this last stage with white wispy orb heads
In delicate flight they spread their fine seed.
This worthy divine dandelion I now see
Is so much more than a lowly weed!
4-10-19
Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2019
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