Dandelion heart

“A fresh and vigorous weed, always renewed and renewing, it will cut its wondrous way through rubbish and rubble.” William Jay Smith

Beat hard my heart
be dandelion, smart;
beat frost, beat wind
be spring, be kind,
so when summer’s here
spread wings and fly,
sing as if you’d died;
spread fruits, grow roots
survive another year.

A small little poem for spring and for Susie at toads.

April 22, 2018

19 responses to “Dandelion heart

    • P.S. I made a recording of the fish eagle poem, since you said you would like to hear it read.


  1. I read that dandelions are the first food for bees. So I am leaving them until something else comes along. They are beautiful!!!

  2. shhh … the dandelions are awakening …. let us be still and wait with anticipation ….

    I am the Dandelion Contessa – so yeah, I’m totally smitten with your poem Bjorn!

  3. A delightful dandelion heart, Bjorn! I like the rhythm that echoes in:
    ‘beat frost, beat wind
    be spring, be kind’
    followed by the lightness of:
    ‘…when summer’s here
    spread wings and fly’.

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