Things Nearest.
Loving things nearest to hand
I must consider the dandelion.
Yellow mane needs no mantra
for silent allure gold outshines.
Facing the sun seduction attracts
passing insects intent on dining.
Flouncing bosom soft as blankets
releases decoy of scented design.
Beating the clock, feelers fasten
on useful food ready and primed.
Such clever self-spreading ranks
to my mind as a ruse to admire.
Sensing a nectared sticky band
of sweet- fingered artful invite
to nuzzle in pollen\'s open hand
flies then ignore dandelion guile.
Things nearest are worth I find
more than an indifferent glance.