Globe Of Parachutes Poem by Ernestine Northover
Globe Of Parachutes
Dandelion seeds float upwards on the wind,
Climbing high and cruising lazily on.
Downy tufts of canopies so fine,
Each one gliding out of sight, and gone.
A cycle repeated every year the same,
Colonizing the ground with fresh new plants,
As we with a puff of breath, disturb the globe
Of parachutes, and so assist their dance.
Bright vibrant blooms in banks and meadows found.
Yellow spheres, illuminate eye and mind.
Such optimists who bravely shine their gold,
Across out land, a feast for all to find.
© Ernestine Northover
i love dandelions, i love to watch the white fluffy seeds from them floating away into the sky, so i can really see this picture of them as you wrote such a fine piece of wonderful poetry.
After reading this lovely poem about some of the beauties of the dandelion, I feel ashamed to say that I turf these tenacious weeds out of their resting places in my garden year after year. I have to admit, though, that their yellow faces are so uplifting. A nice write, Ernestine. Love, Fran xxx
I call those little dandelion blooms petite sunshines as their bright yellow faces blossom across my lawn...and then I go dig them out! But, as always, some escape my blade, and those little puffs of lightness go floating around. Great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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And what a feast to find this is, amazingly vibrant poem of positivity, its wonderful in my opinion, I got a great feeling from this one Ernestine Take care Love duncan X