Dandelion seeds float upwards on the wind,
Climbing high and cruising lazily on.
Downy tufts of canopies so fine,
Each one gliding out of sight, and gone.
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i love dandelions, i love to watch the white fluffy seeds from them floating away into the sky, so i can really see this picture of them as you wrote such a fine piece of wonderful poetry.
After reading this lovely poem about some of the beauties of the dandelion, I feel ashamed to say that I turf these tenacious weeds out of their resting places in my garden year after year. I have to admit, though, that their yellow faces are so uplifting. A nice write, Ernestine. Love, Fran xxx
I call those little dandelion blooms petite sunshines as their bright yellow faces blossom across my lawn...and then I go dig them out! But, as always, some escape my blade, and those little puffs of lightness go floating around. Great poem.
And what a feast to find this is, amazingly vibrant poem of positivity, its wonderful in my opinion, I got a great feeling from this one Ernestine Take care Love duncan X