My Little Dandelion

March 3, 2011

Simple pleasures. From my yard, I brought in a spritely yellow dandelion and popped him in a small vase. A twig of spring. I kept him for days and I watched him shrivel and rebel against his indoor prison. But I kept him anyway. I thought he was dead. I contemplated how I would sketch his scratchy petals and went to bed.

When I got up, to my surprise…. he had shed his cloak of death. His small pods lay dormant at his feet. In their place, new fluffy heads of down, defiantly springy and soft. Thank you, spring.

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