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.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Beautiful words , Fay 🙂
We need to take notice . Great last line and so true
Great write Fay.
Thank you for the mention of the dandelion, Fay. Such memories of my heroic efforts as a kid to ensure their further propagation….Your concluding two lines were totally justified, as I discovered on a consult with Prof Google. I Had not realized how edible they were.
others like me, would probably just write 'smell those flowers and partake in nature's gifted rivers',
while you dear Fay, turn mere glanced inspiration into soothing words of poetry's: Spring
Always beautiful flowers to see Fay.
Andy
This is the third one on nature that I am reading going backwards in time, each one , that you have so beautifully crafted.
Thanks
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