I thought about putting a bunch of excerpts from springy poems here with links to this and that, but that seems so messy.
So I think I will leave you with my favorite Walt Whitman poem instead.
The First Dandelion
Simple and fresh and fair from winter’s close emerging, As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics, had ever been, Forth from its sunny nook of shelter’d grass–innocent, golden, calm as the dawn, The spring’s first dandelion shows its trustful face.


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Peter Atkinson said:
I prefer imagery in my head. That said, i like it.
April 21, 2008 @ 9:54 pm
leafless said:
That’s one lovely dandelion.
April 24, 2008 @ 7:11 pm
Lindsey Anderson said:
They are such happy, cheerful…weeds.
April 25, 2008 @ 4:21 am