Some people call dandelions weeds. And, maybe they are weeds, but they are beautiful weeds. Not only is the dandelion bees’ first food of spring, they magically transform into artful puffballs. They go gray so to speak. This poem appreciates our puffball stage. Enjoy!
Dandelion Puffballs
Ready to begin again,
another reincarnation.
The bees are finished with my flowering.
They have moved on
to the vibrant goldenrod.
I transform myself
from bright youthful beauty
to an ethereal art-form
holding the wisdom of the ancients
ready to carry on,
carry on
lifting off the grounded taproot
into space and circular time.
I am the seed,
the seed with wings,
a piece of the flow
adding my consciousness,
my improved consciousness,
to the trade winds.
Moreover for a few weeks each year soft new dandelion leaves are a delicious addition to salads. A bit like rocket.
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Rachel, every year I tell myself I will try some young dandelion leaves and some nettles but have yet to do it. Rocket is good so must then be dandelion. I will try it! Thank you for the encouragement. -Dawn
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