Dandelions have always captured my attention in the most unusual way. Maybe it’s because I’m from South Carolina; and we have no short of dandelions there. I remember plucking them from the ground when I was young and blowing softly to watch each seed toss through the air.
It was magical.
To this day, I’m still taken by the soft beauty of the flower. One Saturday morning, a lone dandelion stuck it’s head from the ground in my yard. I watched as the dew spilled down its stem. The charming flower begged for my attention. So I snapped a picture of it as a nod to my awe.
I was inspired to write a poem:
There’s something about a dandelion
the way it bends with the wind
the way it sprouts about the ground
as beautiful as a wren
It’s petals look as prickly quills
sitting on a porcupines back
Dew rests upon the flower
It’s majesty doesn’t lack