With all of the rain, we are slogging through puddles. Green is all you can see now, but to be remembered in October. This pouffy flower will be popping up soon. I dare you not to lean over and grab a few stems and watch the magic of their flight.
DANDELIONS
Springtime
showers
Filled
my days,
Puddles
ruined my shoes.
I
cussed and complained
About
the incessant rain
Although
it did no good.
Clouds
never cleared for blue skies,
Ground
mushed beneath my feet,
And
why,
All
this mess,
Just
for flowers?
Gladiously
glourolas grew
Between
roses’ fragrant blooms,
Amid
violet irises heights,
But
the most delicate and lacking in beauty,
The
dandelion.
Dandelions,
Such
a common weed
But
nourished as the others,
Grew
in abundance under the Texas sun,
Waiting
for winds
To
send the seeds sailing.
Briefly,
The
dandelions flourished,
But
then we met
And
that’s the story of the dandelions’ demise.
Explanatorily
speaking,
We
blew them to the sky,
In
our hair and in our eyes,
We
couldn’t outdo the other,
Our
hands grabbed the delicate seeds.
I
forgot what my earlier days had taught
A
wish blown on a dandelion
Will
come true in time.
If
you run across a dandelion
Please
make a wish for me,
Just
wish we’ll meet again,
In
the springtime,
So
we can wish on dandelions.
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