Yellow flower blooming over Quincy Hill —
You think you’ll burn forever.
Seed head bowed white to the pines —
The merest wind, etcetera.
Yellow flower blooming over Quincy Hill —
You think you’ll burn forever.
Seed head bowed white to the pines —
The merest wind, etcetera.
I love dandelions. I remember being maybe 3 and running half naked through my grandmother’s yard blowing all the tops off the ripe ones. Giggling, tripping… wowow fun and innocence.