Things Nearest.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

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.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 2nd, 2017 03:58
  • Category: Nature
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Comments7

  • kevin browne

    my best friend is using dandelion root extract, among others, to kills his stage 4 advanced lung cancer. this poem touched in a way you least expected. thank you x

  • Michael Edwards

    Oh bless you - a most maligned flower - they look so great in spring with their bright showy flowers. it's a wonder the plant breeders haven't developed some great garden cultivars - but they are probably having to constantly wash bed linen !!

  • FredPeyer

    Fay, people who think Dandelions are a weed should read your poem! Beautiful writing!

  • malubotelho

    Oh! How lovely is your writing. And yes, the things close to us is what makes us happier if we can see it. Because for many people they don't see it. They think happiness comes only from big things but God is so incredible in creation that even the most simple flower decorates our lives so beautifully. Thanks for sharing.

  • Augustus

    From the Dandelion you have made a very fine wine.

  • Heather T

    I love the comment that Augustus left. We really enjoy dandelions, from their yummy greens to first bouquets gifted by sticky, chubby baby hands. A delight to read, as always.

  • Goldfinch60

    Very true Fay, we need to look around us much more.



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