poetry

A Salvation With Dandelions

Bright bold girls with yellow hair,
that cross the dance floor first.
The dandelions in wind songs sway,
across the yards of earth.
It is our salvation,
when winters far too cold,
give way to sunny faces,
that melt the heart of snow.
Too simple to be valued,
or nutured in a vase,
the dandelions dance freely,
their hard bound hair released.

Reviews

[Terry Collett]

The metaphor girls for dandelions is well done. Fine poem.

[Jibey]

Something very basic and delightfully wild about dandelions... but best left where they are, not stuffed into vases...:-)

[W.k.kortas]

In February, even the dandelions look good. Winsome and sweet little piece.

[Ed Hart]

you're kinda like that EverReady bunny...keepin' on keepin' all across the poetry horizon...dandelions in your hair...

[deeps]

I think this is very wonderfully scripted. I like what you have said here. This is amazing!! I enjoyed this.