My garden lawn’s awash
with yellow dandelions
but I don’t care one jot!
Their golden manes gaze upwards
and glory in the sun.
Arm in arm they dance
in wild abandon with
dizzy daisies, violets,
and forget-me-nots; what joy!
Giddy with exuberance,
drunk and loud, their’s is
no polite society.
They relish in their freedom;
I long to find their beat.

Is it a deliberate effort to encourage wildlife, is simple laziness, you can decide, but I love seeing our lawn full of wild flowers in the sunshine.
(20.05.24)

© Ben Quant 2024