Coming now, in a swath of yellow,
this rising tide of dandelions.
Showing first in punctuated crowns
arriving signs of dandelions.
Golden plots among a fullness of green-
conspiring dandelion lines.
Amassed in fields and hills and mounds
collected dandelions upon inclines.
Rushing in from every side
waves of auric, common mind
Rising now, as I recline
on this tide, in dandelions.
Taps and Ratamacues 
Great poem! I like dandelions.
Thank you!.