This poem goes with my Haiku submission for Carpe Diem.

an oxymoron–a beautiful weed
a pox on the purists’ perfect gardens and showy lawns
intended for display…but not for play
these snooty specimen of culture and prestige
Do not Touch!   Do not Pluck!

But here–over here! –in the field, untended
except by Nature and open (without saying)
to children and others to do with as they will.
Make a bouquet…or a linked fairy chain,
roll in the softness of dandelion fields,
created by Abundance without Design.
These flowers never fail to attract lovers of Yellow…
just take heed of the Bees!

© Sometimes, 2016

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7 thoughts on “Yellow

    1. Do kids still do those things? Dandelion necklaces and simple nature interest just seems to be one of those things that has slipped by the wayside. I really miss the enjoyment of carrying a child around and discussing the intricacies of natural leaves and blossoms. (Our baby greatgrand kid is seven…keenly into the hows and whys of everything.)


      1. My oldest daughter has been busy helping with the formal home education of her own grandchildren, because of Covid. She has always been a “hands-on” grandma who got down in the trenches with the bugs and assorted nature facts. Our kids just went back to regular classes (Ohio) three days ago, so far so good.


      2. The adults are “enforcers” while the teachers actually do the teaching. No cellphones allowed, no tv, no games, no video…the object making it as realistic like real school as possible.


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