If ever warmer days
finally replaced the cold
that sinks in my bones,
I would leap out of my mummy-bag,
celebrate with a plethora
of dandy-lions,
their manes tossing
like tissues
as I sneeze
again and again.
I would embrace the now!
Stop lollygagging with the last gasp,
the last hangover of winter,
this dratted cold.
Today's poem comes from seeing dandelions yesterday in a very short walk and then 28 degrees last night and waking with a cold this morning. A spring cold.
I learned that the word dandelion comes from Old French, dent-de-lion (lion's tooth), that dandelions actually are considered a healing herb (especially to soothe the stomach), so perhaps dandelion tea is called for, or a beer at The Dandelion Pub in Philadelphia.
And, of course, that "L" word, lollygagging, meaning to waste time aimlessly, a goal I have not achieved.
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Great poem, such a shame you awoke with a cold, hope it goes away quickly.
ReplyDeleteLollygagging is a great word.
ReplyDeleteI too have a 'spring' cold. First we need to get spring here. Just say'n.
I love the word lollygagging - but I, too, hardly ever seem to do it...
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