Dandelion by Ted Kooser The first of a year’s abundance of dandelions is this single kernel of bright yellow dropped on our path by the sun, sensing that we might need some marker to help us find our way through life, to find a path over the snow-flattened grass that was blade by blade unbending into green, on a morning early in April, this happening just at the moment I thought we were lost and I’d stopped to look around, hoping to see something I recognized. And there it was, a commonplace dandelion, right at my feet, the first to bloom, especially yellow, as if pleased to have been the one, chosen from all the others, to show us the way.
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