Fay Slimm.

Things Nearest.

 

 

Things Nearest.

 

Loving things nearest to hand

I must consider the Dandelion.

Mane of spun gold its open band

of seductive petals aroma aligns.

 

Facing the sun seduction attracts

passing insects intent on dining.

Sweetest bosom soft as blankets

releases allure of scented design.

 

Beating the clock, feelers fasten

on seeded food for feeding time.

Such clever self-spreading ranks

in my mind as a trait to admire.

 

Sensing this stylish sticky hand 

of sweet- fingered artful invite

to nuzzle in pollen\'s magic land 

flies then ignore dandelion guile.

 

Things nearest are often worth 

more than indifferent glances.