Burn Me Beautiful
I want to be a dandelion
with a lemon lollipop head
gleaming in sun.
I want to have roots
that hold fast against weeder’s
trowel-hate.
I want to welcome storm’s
slashing wind, rain’s shivery kiss,
grey after-clarity.
I want to watch a thousand
molten orange sunsets ambush hills,
last rays throb.
I want earth’s wily, spinning
ways to cast their spell over me, hold me,
burn me beautiful.
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A beautiful ode to your favorite . . . yellow! I especially like the word choice and sounds in the third stanza and
“I want earth’s wily, spinning
ways
Thank you, Nancy!