Dandelion Words

I watched a dandelion

its bloom has gone

its white head of seed

and

as the seed scattered

with the wind

I thought of my words

scattering

and pray that some

find fertile ground

All writing is the seed of thought. Even when it falls close to the stem it can grow anew or fertilize the mother plant. Some words fall on sterile ground or haven’t enough lifeforce to grow. As a weed or a wildflower, I can only seek to spread thoughts in the world.