Nearest.A Poem by Fay Slimm![]()
Nearest.
Loving things nearest to hand I must consider the Dandelion. Mane of spun gold opens bands of allure as eye and aroma align.
Fired by sun seduction attracts passing insects intent on dining. Bosom exposed lightening action releases droplets of scent- design.
Seeing the spread feelers fasten on insect nectar for feeding time. Such a clever self-spreading ranks as first class intelligence to admire.
Sensing feast splay an unwrapped tongue greedily laps at artful invite. Pollen can sweeten hidden language because flies ignore dandelion's guile.
Noteworthy successful at spreading itself this little plant stirs the fancy. Yet no poet unbent will catch Heaven giving merely one indifferent glance. © 2020 Fay SlimmReviews
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