This poem by Sam Hunt provides further inspiration for the first Twelve by Twelve challenge:
What dandelions think
It’s still only early
just three o’clock a hot
December day
and the dandelions
already asleep, you say.
Not surprising, I suggest.
If you’d been throwing
a yellow out like that
since early this morning
you’d need an early night.
Because that’s what
dandelions do: think yellow. Yellow.
Nothing else. Lose it,
they run the risk of turning
blue, say; God help me, pink.
delia says
sam hunts the greatest. a man who dubs his poems “songs for the tone-deafâ€. 🙂
http://www.samhunt.co.nz/