My Maddy spoke of yellow spring flowers she loves
“Dandelions?”, I asked. “Yes, those!” she replied.
Nine of them emerged in our yard
They rose, though we tried to mummify their seed
Their yellow florets fascinated with the sun
Fascinated with its honey-drenched rays
Who decided dandelions are despised
The yellow flower that mimics the sun?
Who first whisked them with a blade?
Whose dander kills them with poison?
Who decided a lovely thing a bad thing?
Medicinal dandelions, agents of healing
An impetus for fruit ripening
A well for less hearty flora
I walked by a lawn dotted with dandelions
Rain-green lawn, bright yellow spots
Dandelion wrapping paper
A gift given to those who at first think a lovely thing a bad thing
Pain, more pain leads to letting go
A gift wrapped in dandelion paper
Loss, loss that leads to a legacy lived
A gift given to those who at first think a lovely thing a bad thing
A torn heart grows tendrils; tendrils that climb and grip its steady support
A gift wrapped in dandelion paper
Pain, loss, broken heart, fruit born
Dandelions, the Hastener of fruit ripening, the Well for weak flora
A gift given to those who at first think a lovely thing a bad thing
A dandelion sprouts uninvited, its seeds stronger than man’s control
The Seed, a gift; unwanted, still given
A gift wrapped in dandelion paper
Dandelion-dotted fields line the road
Rolls and rolls of dandelion paper spread by their Maker
The Giver covers the earth with the shoot from the seed
A saffron Rose of Sharon
Bidding all to see
The Gift given to those who at first think a lovely thing a bad thing—-alg
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