Feeling like a dandelion rose

02 Feb

As I was younger, the lawn looked beautiful

I worked hard. Pushing

The spacious green against the woods

Without fatigue.


Accented by the fresh scent

Of cut grass

I would go to the edge

Look into the woods


Step in, walk a bit

Then sit

To enjoy the view.

Especially looking through


The trees passed the lawn

Leading to our home


With the flowers of youth.


As I get older, I do less.

The trees are creeping

In along with

The weeds,


They’re taking over the lawn,

Making it easier

 Though, to take my walk

To the edge of the woods,


To step in and sit with

Sweet melancholy;

Looking past the small lawn

Feeling like a dandelion rose  


Seeing an empty house

Having flowered and gone

To seed.


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5 responses to “Feeling like a dandelion rose

  1. A Good Atheist (@AGoodAtheist)

    February 3, 2014 at 4:20 am

    beautiful metaphors 🙂


  2. Mary

    February 2, 2014 at 2:01 pm

    It seems like a mixed blessing really that the trees are moving closer. Your last stanza is so very poignant, says so much beneath those words.


  3. Sherry Blue Sky

    February 2, 2014 at 1:46 pm

    This is so poignant, kiddo. LOVE the “dandelion rose”………and the rememberings of years past. I so know this melancholy. A beautiful poem that truly resonates.


  4. brian miller

    February 2, 2014 at 12:43 pm

    kind of a heavy close on this…realizing what has gone…and hopefully those seeds will grow once more…coincidently my fav flower is the dandelion…and the woods are where i often retreat for reflection….


  5. elainecanham

    February 2, 2014 at 11:52 am

    loved the soft melancholy of this



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