2018 Photo by Grace@Everyday Amazing
Your yellow faces mirror the sky's mantle
Brightening paths of grey
Sway your pinwheel blooms to slather
sunshine and green into our steps
Underneath cherry and magnolia petals
you root where the wind carries you-
you weed with careless swagger of young
heart, not caring for tomorrow's rain
Stay awhile as tulips bloom
And fruit trees dip with peach flowers
Gloriously cascading rain-soaked plumes
This season of spring has short hours
Remind me, not to count how long
you are around, twirling cotton stars
But to inhale your season with gusto
As you bob to sounds of tambourines
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Oh, I do love dandelions. At the moment we haven't one yellow face, just dandelion clocks with the drifting seeds all over the garden.
ReplyDeleteThis is such a bright poem, Grace, hopeful too. I love the lines:
'Remind me, not to count how long
you are around, twirling cotton stars
But to inhale your season with gusto'.
Nice line: "But to inhale your season with gusto"
ReplyDeleteLoved the last stanza particularly!
ReplyDeleteLove the cherry and magnolia petals.. sigh.. exquisite write 💜
ReplyDeleteI do love this... all the joy of spring, the dandelions yes, but also how they are part of the rest... And I love the "cotton stars"
ReplyDeleteI love your last stanza - it jumps off the screen!
ReplyDeleteOh how I love dandelions, they are all clocks in the garden at the minute. my favourite line is this:you root where the wind carries you-
ReplyDeleteyou weed with careless swagger of young
heart, not caring for tomorrow's rain
A beautiful write Grace, I especially love 'you root where the wind carries you- you weed with careless swagger of young
ReplyDeleteheart' :o)
Beautiful Grace- I loved "twirling cotton stars."
ReplyDeleteThey come with spring and sure act like king.
ReplyDeleteSweet!
ReplyDeleteZQ
'Sway your pinwheel blooms to slather
ReplyDeletesunshine and green into our steps'
What a beautiful, colorful poem, Grace!
You have made dandelions into a warm fuzzy thing! Somehow they seem to hang around long after the others go! Great Poem.
ReplyDelete"Remind me, not to count how long / you are around, twirling cotton stars"...So beautifully expressed...
ReplyDeleteA lovely ode to dandelions. You give them much character.
ReplyDeleteThey are just as bright and more important than tulips :)
ReplyDeleteI am told they are the first food for bees. So they are not only pretty, in their yellowness, but they do good work, too.
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of dandelions bobbing to the sound of tambourines!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, as I love dandelions from 'pinwheel bloom to cotton stars. Love those descriptions!
ReplyDeleteThe dandelions are growing here after a slow start to spring. The last stanza is my favorite, I adore twirling cotton stars.
ReplyDeleteHave a nice weekend Grace!
Beautifully evocative Grace - and dandelions turn to clocks which makes us think of time slipping away -
ReplyDeleteso these lines are perfect
"Remind me, not to count how long
you are around, twirling cotton stars"
I'll listen for that song, Grace, for nature has many! Hugs!
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