“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Tall Dandelions

Tall dandelions wave 
from the verge of a hill

their dancing yellow heads
dotting the thick green.

Profuse, unweeded, they release
into the open window of the car

the smell of dandelions en masse
suddenly returned from childhood.

2 comments:

  1. Did you do this, Rosemary: Pluck a dandelion and hold it under your best friend's chin - if it reflected yellow on her skin, she would have good luck? Your poem has reminded me of my own childhood, with the sap of the dandelion sticky on my fingers and love for my friend in my heart. Thank you!

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  2. Yes, Barb, indeed we did! I remember that sticky sap too, and of course blowing the puffball seeds. (There was a game that went with that, too; what was it?) Thank you in turn for the reminders. :)

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