Bloom like the Dandelions

Spring.
New life
and baby animals surround you.

It’s enough to make a man feel his age.

And yet,
it is never too late
to be born again.

So dance like the lambs.
Run like the colts,
and bloom like the dandelions.

Be irrepressible.
Wild.
And new.

About this poem.

It is spring, And here in Vermont, baby animals flood the farms.

It is the time of coronavirus and quarantine and many of us are rethinking life as we have time to think. It’s a marvelous thing.

From those things, this poem.

Tom

PS: The picture was taken at one of the nearby farms.