Wild Weeds Poetry Contest - Dandelion

Dandelion Spring

 

"There's nectar here, come sip, stop by..."

First quaff to waking butterfly

Oasis, too, you offer me

The hue of joy strewn at my feet

 

You gird my blood, keep body whole

You even bless my salad bowl

 

Spring's first fistful brought to me

My child's nose buttered charmingly

 

A breath of air, my wishes fly

Carried by you through the sky

 

Not haughty about real estate

Your address needs no box nor gate

 

A vacant lot, a flower pot

Will suit your purpose, like as not

 

I raise a toast to honor you ~

And drink the cup that you've blessed, too

 

Connie Todd Lila   2010