The First Dandelion by Walt Whitman

We have had a very rainy winter and spring here in Tupelo.  As a priest, I read a lot of poetry for inspiration and reflection for when I write homilies.  I recently saw this poem by Walt Whitman.  I reminds me of the transition for spring to summer that we are going through here in Mississippi.

The First Dandelion 

Simple and fresh and fair from winter's close

emerging,

As if no artifice of fashion, business, politics,

had ever been,

Forth from its sunny nook of shelter'd grass—

innocent, golden, calm as the dawn,

The spring's first dandelion shows its trustful

face.

WALT WHITMAN.