A gentle spring breeze
 
scatters dandelion fluff
 
all over my yard.

 

 
 
 

Crack in the pavement—
 
one golden dandelion
 
lights my homeward way.

 
 
 

child’s love offering—
 
a drooping dandelion
 
in a sippy cup

Crowds

 
 
 

near the garden gate
 
a single dandelion
 
crowds out the daisies

Dandelion

 
 
 

a little taller
 
than the frog at Basho’s pond—
 
first dandelion

Sippy Cup

 
 
 

in a sippy cup
 
a single dandelion
 
child’s love offering

Grace

 
 
 

Is it not a grace
 
that dandelion season
 
comes but once a year?