Wisps of Fancy
“Uncouth intruders of the fields, basking sans pangs of sin........
Culled and clawed by tillers with scythe and sigh;
Cankers sneered at when snuffed by snow, the cold assassin........
Still unscathed, the teeth of the lion, you nestle deep and dormant lie.”
Nay, you are the darlings of May, dainty dandelions.....
Bejewelled in the morn with dewy dazzle,
Yelling with glee while yellowing on sunny verdant lawns
Swaying to a carnival frenzy as vernal showers drizzle.
When gentle Zephyr exhales a puff
What numbers of your withered downy fluff
Launch and chute to God knows where
Are wished on, swirl and whirl in the air!
Hardy gossamer, your hosts resurrect in the same vesture.........
You are the fittest in survival’s test in any pasture;
For a lyric on a page you urge my wisps of fancy
Censure oh blowball and stir anew my mind to heights of fantasy !
Omana
