Everything I experience
plants a seed,
and I let time,
rain and sunshine,
fresh air
work their predictable
magic.
Some days
I am surprised
with overflowing,
abundant bouquets,
and some days,
I only see
fresh weeds,
and some days
there is no change,
nothing to harvest.
Judging by this
poem,
it’s a dandelion day.
I have had dandelion days lately.
ReplyDeleteNothing wrong with those - keep on gardening. Mosk
ReplyDeleteWhat a great metaphor! Love this. :)
ReplyDeleteThis is really clever!
ReplyDeletedandelions, though weeds, I've heard are quite tasty. that makes me believe not everything is as it seems...including this "dandy"-lion poem.
ReplyDeletevery nicely planted in my opinion.
I love dandelions. My hubby doesn't though. :) Blessings on all your days, poet friend!
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