The daffodil – tended and tame
fashioned by man to an ideal –
In gardens wide it draws acclaim
and yet for me there's no appeal.
The dandelion – scorned as weed,
yet rivalling the sun's bright glow,
thrives on its own and has no need,
for metal spade, nor trowel, no hoe –
And spreading far by windblown seed
it's wild and free to simply grow.
For me that's all I need to know.
2020
(from the book Discoveries In The Dark by Doris Potter)
© Doris Potter