Dandelion Wine Poem by Mohammad Yousef

By Mohammad A.Yousef

In the warm embrace of a sunlit afternoon,
golden blooms sway,
like whispers of laughter in a field.
Children run barefoot,
chasing the tickle of summer grass,
gathering sunshine in their small hands,
plucking dandelions,
tiny suns,
their heads bobbing,
as if to join in on the joy.

A basket fills with dreams,
petals spilling like secrets,
each one a promise,
of sweetness, of warmth,
the taste of memory,
the taste of home.
The air is thick with the scent of honey,
and the laughter of friends echoes
as they dance around the bubbling pot,
where the petals steep,
swirling in the heat,
turning bright gold,
like the sun caught in a jar.

With every stir,
the world slows down,
the worries of tomorrow fade away,
and for a moment,
time is a still pond,
reflecting the beauty of now.
The bubbling brew sings a song,
a melody of carefree days,
of picnics and stories told under the stars,
of wishes blown into the wind,
like dandelion seeds,
floating away,
finding their place in the sky.

As night falls,
the moon peeks through the trees,
casting silver light on the bottles,
each one a treasure,
filled with laughter and warmth,
ready to be shared,
to toast to life,
to the magic of a moment,
to the simple joy of being alive.
Dandelion wine,
a taste of summer,
a sip of youth,
a reminder that the best things,
are often found in the smallest blooms.