Dandelion Woman

[softlyfalling]

Can you not relate to her, the wild Dandelion woman? The subtle alliteration you use here makes this poem sing to her. She does not conform; she is beautiful but her beauty is not defined by any earthly parameters; she is generous and her greatest gift is of herself. The middle stanza is my favorite part, though all is incredibly lovely and I cannot offer one tiny suggestion, except to say please never change a single word of it.