Oct 27, 2014
"The Dandelion"
Crowned by golden leaves,
the dandelion grows.
Let the flower blossom,
or devour it with lion’s teeth,
before it’s picked or forgotten.
Crowned by withered leaves,
the dandelion shrivels.
The flower head turns,
into a sphere of fluff,
with its silver lining.
Crowned by silver seeds,
the dandelion diffuses
constellations of fluff.
Spreading like wildfire,
settling in distant soil.
Crowned by nothing,
the dandelion has blossomed.
Don’t count them before they bloom,
or plant your hope with good seeds,
because every dandelion is a delicate weed.