The dandelion

A happy Spring day

The first dandelion

 

 

The streets are empty,

the houses are quiet.

I wonder where are the children?

I clean-up the Winter waste and I smiled.

One beautiful dandelion had appeared through the Winter leftover.

I stood by her.

I told the dandelion,

thank you for making me smile.

The dandelion stood alone today and I knew now.

Spring is here,

maybe the days of Spring can bring better days for us.

 

 

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Dandelions, a splash of welcome colour. Folklore says don't pick dandelions or you'll wet the bed. I say don't pick dandelions because they are a burst of sunshine to light up your day. Better left where they can be enjoyed. Thank you Coyote for this uplifting poem. Happy Easter and stay safe my friend.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Here in Michigan, we have dandelions fields. They grow everywhere and some people try to stop them. A impossible task, their last dance, being released to the sky and create more dandelions. Thank you Chris for reading and the comment. Be careful and take care.

[Brokensoul]

Oh, the wonderful dandelion dancing in the frosty weather. Hope, light and love. Beautifully done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear poet for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[zainul]

Love dandelions for their beauty,color and passion that accompany people from childhood days.
Its role as harbinger of Spring reflects emotional dimension.
Thank you John for presenting the lovely work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I love the dandelions too. Like a sneaky blessing. You cannot stop.

[zainul]

That's right.There are some problems with dandelions for various reasons.But,we are not going for argument.

[poetgurl]

The dandelion stood alone today and I knew now.
Spring is here,
maybe the days of Spring can bring better days for us.

I really love this write, especially these lines. This is a really good write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I love the dandelions. Today in Michigan, no dandelions. Snowing.

[Beccy]

I actually adore dandelions. Their roots go deep and they have a natural beauty that is to be celebrated. I still recall how, like so many children, my sister and I would sometimes pick dandelions and blow the spores into the air and make wishes. I also love daisies, used to make daisy chains as a child and my sister and I would compete to see who could make the longest chains.

Thank you for sharing such a lovely and uplifting poem in these troubed times.

Beccy.

[Coyote Poetry]

I made a few dozen dandelions wishes too. The dandelions and the wild flowers. Blessings for the wise and thank you dear Beccy for reading and the comment.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Always beauty to be found...I walked the other day down to the river and found a lonesome dandelion and I blew and said...I wish I may I wish I might find the one who will love me right ....🌹

[Coyote Poetry]

The dandelion love many. Fly freely and everywhere dear Kelly. Thank you for reading and the comment. Be careful and be safe.

[emmajoy]

In spite of being a landscapist.. I love dandelions! Why gasp at their glorious yellow birth?! Why fling up arms in horror as a breeze carries their seeds all over the place. They're just leaving Time and still more Time to Humankind: a reminder that there's no stopping it.. whatever. Such wonderful words, a lovely poem - freedom to grow and share. Few other things or people, come to think of that.. do that so, why complain. :) Not just words, John.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like watching the people trying to stop the dandelions. Here in Michigan, everywhere and anywhere. Cannot be stop from covering the earth of Michigan. Thank you dear Emma for reading and the comment dear friend.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John.... a dandelion is a treasure...
little tears that grew into petals of sunshine.
May your Easter be colors of love and devotion
where flowers dance and birds fly in minuets of
blessings for all who Believe. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Happy Easter dear Patricia and I agree. Dandelions and the wildflowers are my favorite.

[Carola]

you write a nice seasonal scene.
i love dandelions... little orbs of delicate & translucent downy seed tufts.
as kids we used to pick them & have fun blowing on the heads to watch the seeds fly away.
cheerio carola

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Carola. Thank you for reading and the comment. Be careful and be safe my friend. I like the dandelions too.

[Light and ashes]

How I love this. It is filled with such hope.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Allie. Thank you for reading and the comment. I hope the old world is gone and I pray, our new world we are kinder to each other.

[Light and ashes]

We will be and it will be. Take care.