dense and golden in some places
with bright yellow faces almost every
where else, but sparse and delicate here.
It’s weird how they’re looked on as weeds
when we can eat each part but seeds –
even steeping tea from the roots or cooking
the young tender shoots of leaves as greens.
I’ve seen how children love to blow the
seeded pinwheels, white as snow, to fill
the air with possibilities of dandy wine
and dandy tea and little lion heads and
handy food and wildflowers – so good
to consider as we raise our heads and
hands and hearts and all of our most
useful parts in thanks to God and praise.
by Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2016