This heartiest of flowers formed many memories in my childhood, from holding it under your chin to see if it reflected or not (Was it to see if you were telling the truth? Can’t remember) to making flower chains with them, to blowing their white fluff away to scatter in all directions with the result that it was later necessary to pick hundreds of new dandelions out of the lawn! They were the one flower that was ever-present during the spring, summer and fall.
Weeds
They poke their heads through every crack.
We pull them out, but they come back.
What rule of nature is to blame
that the flowers we plant don’t do the same?
Here are other poems written for the dVerse Poets prompt: Weeds
Here is the prompt for dVerse Poets!!!
Overgrowth
My once magical garden is less discrete
with two-foot-high plants growing under my feet.
My beautiful fescue is obscured by weeds,
my succulent sun rose and tall slender reeds
choked out by visitors never invited.
I cajole my gardener. This must be righted!
This situation has grown to be dire.
The driving rain has prodded them higher.
If you want to come over to see how high
my rainy season weeds are, please bring a scythe!!!
Prompt words today are magical, cajole, driving, discrete and beautiful.
Ha! When I went down to take photos of the spare lot I am trying to convert into a garden, Pasiano was in fact down there with a weed-whacker, working diligently, so this poem was obsolete even before I posted it.
These tiny little blue-flowered creepers are taking over in my lawn, but somehow I can’t complain. So pretty.
These little guys popped up in the crack between my neighbor’s sidewalk and mine. You can click on the photos to enlarge them.
For Cee’s Daily Flower Prompt.
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