Dandelions, large as tennis balls,
peeking over the hillside
like children at a birthday party,
bobbing up and down
they herald the end of summer -
silver seeds ready for the wind,
little sunbursts of life
with parachutes poised for flight
across the meadows through the air.
to settle, at best, on fertile soil.
Slender implants on the earth’s surface,
to spring forth with shoots of green
blossoms soon of yellow
fluffy white puffs appear again
then children of every age
make a wish before they blow,
and send them out for another season.
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