Dandelion nose
Take a lovely, golden evening,
A dog and some water.
Walk home through a field
Full of dandelions.
Admire the doggie nose
Covered in dandelion fluff.
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Rainbow wishes
The golden evening light of late summer
Transforms even the humblest of flowers
Into works of art:
From downy pillows of fluff
To small wishes ready for take off.
And if you’re lucky,
You might even see a dandelion rainbow.
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Field of wishes
As I lay on my stomach trying to photograph
The lovely way the dandelions catch the evening light,
I thought to myself:
What do you see?
A weed —
Or wishes?
Suddenly, the wind blew
And the tiny wishes
Floated away, like sparkling fairy dust.
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Say it with flowers
Is there a more delightful sight
Than a happy dog
In flowers?
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Radiant sparks
I have a confession to make…
I love the lowly ‘lion’s tooth’ —
Or dandelion.
They grow in fields and gardens
Like cheery suns
Or radiant sparks of light
That have fallen from heaven.
And if you’ve ever rolled in
Dandelion-studded grass,
Then you know that it’s like being
Kissed by golden suns.
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Making wishes
Warning: This may be disturbing for passionate gardeners!
The poor maligned dandelion
Is really a miracle.
A drop of bright sun in the garden
That turns into a silken parachute.
It glows like a ruby in the sunset
Before ending its life on the wind —
And making wishes come true.
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Sunlit sparks
The much-maligned dandelion:
Humble, yet unnoticed in its beauty.
Yet when covered in glorious dew
Each feathered seed is alive
Shining like a jewel,
A small spark of sunlight.
To remind us that what we call weeds are, in fact, beautiful flowers.
(Same could be said of most people too.)
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Of UFOs and dinner plates
Last weekend, a UFO appeared. And I’m not talking about the dandelions in the garden either. But now you mention them, they are as large as dinner plates. (I tell you: either the dandelions are getting larger every year or dinner plates are getting smaller…)
The UFO I’m talking about shimmered in the air, its blue and black body casting huge shadows across the miniature lawn; its blue and green legs as spindly and those of a spider. Slowly. Painfully. It took shape while excited children looked on and tried to help it become steady on its legs.
When it was ready, it spun a fantastic web of strong, black thread around itself. There it was: firm, full of confidence, ready for anything.
Bring it on!
Who says what?