Lying on counter,
On table, and floor -
Filling up glasses,
And vases are more -
Shriveled dandelions
Out of the sun,
Wilted and dying
Tokens of fun.
Yesterday's beauty,
Rare moments of joy,
The finding, the picking,
A wee one's employ.
Treasure of gold,
Eyes shining bright,
Tiny wee fists
Present their delight.
Presented with smiles,
'Neath gold dusted noses,
These nasty old weeds
Now fairer than roses!
Here but a moment
Then flying away.
Let us notice the treasures
God sends us today!
This poem was a finalist in the
May 2014 poetry contest