Bright little Dandelion Lights up the meads, Swings on her slender foot, Telleth her beads, Lists to the robin’s note Poured from above; Wise little Dandelion Asks not for love. Cold lie the daisy banks Clothed but in green, Where, in the days agone, Bright hues were seen. Wild pinks are slumbering, Violets delay; TrueContinue reading “Dandelion”