a humourous look at Dandelions and mowing the lawn
They bow to the weight
Of the blade pushing
Down until the stems
Curl; their sun-colored locks
Shaved, appearing dead
Until the whirl, whirling
Of the mower's blade subsides.
The stems, still bent
From the mower's whipping arm,
Slowly straighten
Their golden strands, now gone,
Poke their flowerless form
At the person behind the mower.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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