I shall pick you up, sweet Dandelion, your head is puffed and bursting with seeds, ready to be shared with the world, yet somehow removed from your unseen stalk with great speed. You lie here, pristine as can be, quietly admired by myself, and I can see your beauty as you present yourself without any sense of impropriety or desire to break apart if the wind shall determine you must leave. But no, I shall save you! Save you from a rolling fate, of bumbling about in the wind, I shall take you away with me, away! And will I cherish thee? Will I treasure your presence close to my heart? I realise you were born to make wishes, and that your form must be carefully torn apart. You are too hardy to be brought apart by my breath, you are too strong to be separated by the wind which I felt would cause you some duress, no, I will separate your spores with my strong fingertips and send them on their way to make more dandelions, more, more, more, bliss. © 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. Image my own.
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A wonderful poem shared dear Lauren. The dandelions wishes. Made by the all of us.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
A wonderful poem shared by a talented writer.
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I love the physical imagery in this piece. It is a wonderful tribute to something very small in nature yet so lovely. Beautifully written. Love ❤️ Joni
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Aww, thank you so much, Joni! 💕 Sometimes it’s the smallest things in nature that hold the most beauty and wonder. ☺️ thanks for reading 🙂
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My pleasure, really beautiful. We were like kids today after finding a second crop of monarch butterfly caterpillars in our milkweed plants. That was truly a beautiful piece. Love ❤️ Joni
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Oh, wow, that would have been such a glorious sight! Were you able to capture them in photos? 🐛 💕
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My husband did. I will probably do a post. My husband grew the milkweed from seed and two seasons later there they were. It was so fun for us. They sure do eat a lot. Thank you for asking, very kind of you. Have a wonderful evening. Love to you and your loved ones. ❤️💕Joni
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Love this line: you were born to make wishes, and that your form must be carefully torn apart…
We can be the answer to someone’s prayer even if we have been broken, or could be broken in the process. 💛
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Aww, thank you, and you are right — we can be the answer to a prayer, even if we have been destroyed or been broken in the process. Very good point, my friend.
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you so much, Sang. 🙂
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