by Marlene Dunham
Seeds of dandelion
appear intertwined;
Tightly woven tendrils
weave and hold
in close bond;
Stretched fingers
offer anchor for each other
though hesitant.
When the time is right
and the slightest wind blows
seeds of the dandelion
go.
Parachutes of white snow
A moment in time,
stalk stands naked in the wind
having lost everything;
Though the taproot runs deep
and in reality,
millions more will seek
a new birth.
We may think it a waste,
useless seeds being placed
hither and yon.
But what about the Dandelion?
Some call this weed a ruderal
though in fact it is medicinal,
this “lion’s tooth” with the long taproot
feeding bees and butterflies.
With detoxifying properties
this plant has seen atrocities
of prejudice, bigotry and intolerance
but it just goes on to do it’s job
keeping a grasp as long as it can
til the parachutes of snow
go
and the cycle of life repeats.
Seeds of dandelion
appear intertwined;
Tightly woven tendrils
weave and hold
in close bond;
Stretched fingers
offer anchor for each other
though hesitant.
When the time is right
and the slightest wind blows
seeds of the dandelion
go.
Parachutes of white snow
A moment in time,
stalk stands naked in the wind
having lost everything;
Though the taproot runs deep
and in reality,
millions more will seek
a new birth.
We may think it a waste,
useless seeds being placed
hither and yon.
But what about the Dandelion?
Some call this weed a ruderal
though in fact it is medicinal,
this “lion’s tooth” with the long taproot
feeding bees and butterflies.
With detoxifying properties
this plant has seen atrocities
of prejudice, bigotry and intolerance
but it just goes on to do it’s job
keeping a grasp as long as it can
til the parachutes of snow
go
and the cycle of life repeats.