Saturday, 3 May 2008



stopinje v travi
regratova lučka
izgublja semena

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

Pretty, pretty. As a child I loved to pick these and blow on them.

Masago said...

Tic, tic, tic...
Nice one.

Janice Thomson said...

I like this and still to this day bend down and blow away the seeds :)
Lovely Polona.

Ashi said...

I simply love the Dandelion, I know that for some it's a weed, but you must admit it's a fighter who lost only few battles.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

good one!

John McDonald said...

great one polona
john

jem said...

I love the way that so many of us are writing about the same things at the moment, because they are popping up in our different countries. But we each have our own take on them.

Crafty Green Poet said...

I like the implicit hint in here that the footsteps have shaken the seeds from the dandelion

Phyllis Hunt McGowan said...

It seems as though humans walk through life not knowing the impact they have on the tiniest living thing.
I've always liked Dandelions even though they're considered a weed.

neikka said...

kako preprosto nas ti ujames, hehe, vedno znova s svojo enostavnosto in pravim pesniskim zaznavanjem!

lepo bodi, polona.
n

polona said...

quilly: who didn't?
and we made chains from their hollow stems :)

masago: thank you :)

janice: i'm fond of dandelions, too :)
thank you

ashi: yes, i like it for the same reason and more... they are pretty, too :)
thank you

andrew: thank you!

john: many thanks

jem: indeed, and although a jaded subject, it often still works
(liked your take, too)

crafty green poet: yes, it's not always the wind that disperses seeds...
thank you juliet

theelementary: we share the opinion, then :)
thank you

neikka: ha, saj dobre stvari so največkrat enostavne (upam, da tole ne zveni prepotentno)
objem!

Anonymous said...

Dandelions! Ah!

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