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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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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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 —
Suddenly, the wind blew
And the tiny wishes
Floated away, like sparkling fairy dust.
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Is there a more delightful sight
Than a happy dog
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I have a confession to make…
I love the lowly ‘lion’s tooth’ —
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
Then you know that it’s like being
Kissed by golden suns.
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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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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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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!