Of dandelions (opens in new tab)

Tis May & yet the March flower Dandelion Is still in bloom among the Emerald grass Shining like guineas with the suns warm eye on We almost think they are gold as we pass Or fallen stars on a green sea of grass The\[y\] shine in fields on waste grounds near the town They closed like painters brush when even was At length they turn to nothing else but down While the rude winds blow of\[f\] each shadowy crown \#poetry \#environment \#honesty Comments welcome below