The Celestial Dandelion
You, delicate orb
Of distilled beauty,
That is gone by dusk,
Or a careless step.
Wordless you hold
In your dainty globe,
More wisdom than
A million tomes.
You beam at those
Three score and tens
Who swear you are
Born of the big bang.
Yet a mere breath
Of this mortal frame
Is enough to blow you
Off to kingdom come.
A thousand gossamer
Bits, magically melded
Into a perfect sphere.
A whole cosmos in the grass.
© Abie Alexander
Greenbelt, MD April 13, 2021
Note: Though banished from lawns and dismissed by some as a weed, the dandelion represents the sun, moon, and stars in the three phases of its flowering cycle. The yellow flower the sun, the puff ball, the moon, and the dispersing seeds, the stars.
The Celestial Dandelion
What a beautiful poem and photograph, Abie. It’s a true gift to see the extraordinary in the ordinary!
Thank you, Dee! Appreciate your kind words.
Wonderfully expressed, Abie.
Thank you, Dulal!
Thank you Abie.
Thank you, Pam!