One dandelion
in full gold beside the road—
of course we know
there will be millions more,
but oh, to celebrate one—
to offer it all our attention—
the closer we look
the more obvious
its radiance.
There are,
in each of us,
millions of such
small magnificences
just waiting to be seen.
Now, more than ever,
a longing in me
to notice.
Rosemerry, I am a teacher in a small district in Washington State and we are trying to put together inspirational quotes, poems and visuals for our staff and students to inspire a “growth mindset.” This poem does that for me. I would like to create a poster with this poem for our school, is that a possibility? Amelia Bacon at wakeupandwrite@gmail.com
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HI Amelia,
I sent you an email, too, but just in case, thank you for this lovely response, and thank you for asking, and yes, of course! r
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The first dandelion, like the first robin, signs of spring. They are personal markers indeed, and I like how you turn your lens to the one.