oh my little golden friend
how brave to appear
so late in the summer
when the nights are so chill
your children will give me purpose
and cause to remember you
when i walk through my gardens next year
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8 comments:
Steven, that's how I feel when I watch the last rose persevering, no, defying, the frost! Lovely pic; colour I'm waiting for, here in Oz.
Beautiful but deadly, put her children in your salads next year, we used to cultivate dandelions as a salad crop I believe. Before they tried to take over the world.
Vibrant steven - we are very grey here today. And love what's expressed in the final three lines.
Hehe...I love "your children will give me purpose".
I love this. I have a plot where I grow fruit and vegetables. Sometimes I go there and find the whole place is covered in these little suns!
I am a flower. Hath not a flower petals? Hath not a flower leaves,
pollen, dimensions, stem, roots, color; fed with the same
food, hurt with the same poison, subject to the same diseases,
heal'd by the same means, warm'd and cool'd by the same winter
and summer, as a rose is?
Your photo is a burst of sunshine.
-my apologies to Mr. Shakespeare
I saw a dandelion too today, as well as a dandelion clock. They are such golden treasures in the meadows.
And as Autumn supposedly arrives tonight, here it is still 90+ degrees daily. [That's 32 C for some of you]
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