The Dandelion of May - Poetry and Photography
The Dandelion Clock - is the white head of a dandelion which is mainly full of seeds.Click thumbnail to view full-size
A soft play...
The Beauty yet a plain Weed to many.
"The Dandelion of May"
Dandelion, you cast your seeds over the open sea of blades
The breeze choose not the freedom of females and mates.
Gently whispered in your fuzzy ears, "Move along; it's now or never."
Combing the field far and yonder like a contagious fever.
Ninety days or so, oh dear dandelion don't hesitate nor frown
Your evergreen shields stay strong to hold your humble crown.
But alas old friend, the blowing is the time to bid goodbye
Your crown bears fruits, promises rebirth after you die.
This lonely dog and his lady master will remember your cheers
From your fragrant lips, of growing love and joy, forgetting all fears.
Soon the sky will burst fire, the frequent rain backing away
The salvation of old souls now begins a new cycle, a new day.
Then she arrives; her dog following along the paths to the garden
The colour of sun in welcoming perfume continued no pardon.
Once again like spring, she'll hold steady, her eyes on the glass screen
As summer brings you back, scattered yellow amidst the cascading green.
≈ ♥ ≈ © coffeegginmyrice "The Dandelion of May" 05.22.2012