A mass of yellow flowers in a sea of green.

Each one anonymous, its life unseen.

Comfortable, forever…or so it seems.

Holding heavy heads in Summer dreams.


Do you know the Dandelion heals the broken heart?

Sit around and wonder at their precarious start.

Often wounded forcefully. Trampled by young feet.

Growing under pavements, on a busy street.


Rapturous in colour, the Dandelions shine.

It wakes one day to seed – in an impatient line.

Free to wander off on a fresh new air.

To begin a life again, without a care.


© The Secret Poetess, June 2017