As summer progresses, Mother Nature begins to secure continuity of her gifts to the earth.
Seeds are dropped, others collected, plants dead-headed and wildflowers make thir provision for continued life.
The other day it was quite windy and I notice a profusion of white Dandelion seeds, taking their journey across the sky.
So being a fan of the dear Dandelion, I have marked this journey.

Dandelion Clocks

It is the time of migration.

Small gossamer parachutes
tumbling  freely on eddies of air
each carrying a speck of seed.
They will be carried to the ground
where they will hide like spies
at an unknown address.
In deep shadow and stillness 
They wait patiently, demanding nothing.
A time will come, a call to invade will be heard.

Following some unknown decision,
a pinprick followed by myriad others,
stirring from their closeted, soil wrapped cell,
they conquer the earth
with their spring clock faces
of brilliant yellow.

Here’s a thing: When the fluffy ball is ready to cast its seeds, why not take it in your hand and blow gently on it but,
instead of making a wish, send each seed on its way with a prayer to God .
This would make the Dandelion a prayer – wheel which  takes our prayers , sorrows and praises to God.
Just a thought.

[Mr G]