20 April – Dandelion defence

The alleys are littered with dandelions,
roaring bright out of black tarmac,
turning every forgotten corner
into a little sun trap.
The lawn police call them weeds,
but I will never agree
for their petal-maned lion heads
shine out colour gloriously.
I smile as they pepper the grass
with Spring’s yellow seasoning,
enjoying their splashes as gold,
despite accepted reasoning.
Time is ticking on fast,
Summer will soon turn all to clocks,
so I prize them while they last,
before they ride the wind half forgot.