I’m grateful for dandelions.

dandelionsThe little things that make us young again,
See the world anew again, tingling, and alive:
Underneath the crust of habit, the beige grownup plain:
Soap bubbles from a wand;
Ducklings paddling in a pond;
Helium balloons against the sky;
The migratory geese flying by;
And dandelion seedlings taking flight,
Like little parasols of cotton fluff and light.