Daffodil Dancer Dandelion Dreams Poem by Susan Lacovara
Daffodil Dancer Dandelion Dreams
To dance outside
In the daffodils...
Oh I will, I will, I will
To deep breathe, inside
Refreshed lungs to fill...
Oh I will, I will, I will
It's a calling back
Sweet scent, lilac
Where, for moments, I will mill
To be renewed
where seeds are strewn
Picking pleasantries' plumes
I, to lie, in flourish green
Long linger, in bladed twill
Blowing dandelion wishes, free
With more wishes, greater, still...
Where crocus tip their hats, 'hello'
Yellow streaks against blue skies
A symphony plays upon the breeze
Awake, realized alive...
The cricket's concerto violin
Bows drawn, with joy, instill
My heart to thaw, and yes, once more
Oh I will, I will, I will
I love this! It feels of being a child again... in a field of tall grass with spring in the air... with my heart filled with new love... and believing in the wishes made true by blowing dandelion seeds to the wind... sweeter still... goodnight...
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4/25/2024 8:30:24 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I also cant wait for the crocuses to tip their hats 'hello'- great writing of pent-up hope for the coming of Spring and all it's wonderful things. Archibald Lampmans 'April in the Hills' I think captures that moment when Spring arrives.