A dandelion Much despised Hardy flower For every dig Sows more seed Until it spreads Its reedy feet All over neighbours' Fallow field A tincture tea To pep the heart Set flight in spring A work of art As little copters Spin on breeze To plant ungovernable Bright young weed
A skein of yarn Can simply not run free If tugged or pulled Will surely wrap In tangled knots of weeks Gently lift Like pick up sticks To unwind tenderly All to work it Round about To clothe Bitter westerly
Truly startling How heartache can feel Like a rapid rushing Over rocks In time, over distance A babbling brook A trickle easing its way To ocean Accepted by generous banks Of rivers To gaze upon it Perched aloft All creatures delight Tumble, preen and feed On its shores