Today in the park I saw many flowers
Of many cheerful colours,
The dandelion being the brightest.
And summer snow was in the air
Floating around me, the tiny parachutes.
I picked one flower, took it up and
Blew at the little sphere.
And off they went, the travellers.
Some sticking together,
Sinking to the ground in a cluster.
Some tumbling, some rising, some lost in the grass.
Some stuck in the hedge, some landed in a tree.
The last two I saw flying upwards,
Slowly but constantly climbing,
Over the hedge and over the trees I saw them
Separate but side by side,
Then only a dot in the distance
Floating towards the sun,
And finally dissolving in the light.
© jsmorgane (May 2011)