A Few Thoughts About Dandelions

Frozen deep down under Waiting for spring To give a thumbs up For Earth To push out the cold For sweet rain To tickle and warm the soil. Sniffle, sniffle Spring is a-comin’ Smells tickle noses Seeds picked up by breezes Dandelion puffs a-floatin’ Wafting from sneeze to sneeze… Peacefully. March twenty-first Four AM Alive, still, awake. Cool dew, Sliding between toes Dandelions tickling Beneath bare feet The aroma of freshness The feeling of freedom. Perfect, pretty, puffy Standing there all alone Waiting to be touched By a touch of sunshine, Or a whisper of wild wind Oh, make a wish now The breeze is coming by Blowing wisps away One by one With no direction And no end. A sea of limitless sunshine Miles and miles Speckled pure yellow Radiating under the summer breeze The smell of happiness, The glow of nature, The radiance of life, A blank yellow notepad Waiting to be written. As quickly as they came Popping up twofold, Day after day, As quickly winds carried this trend, They disappear just as fast When autumn air settles in.