Dandelion Seeds in the Breeze

A poem about time and the fact that sooner or later, death comes to all of us.


I watch the wind.

But the wind is still,

No flowers dance in the breeze

Or bow to the air.


I watch the dandelions.

But the seeds stay planted,

They shake in my breath

And jump when I blow.


I watch the sun.

The slow lazy rays,

Washing the green grass

The dew from morning, gone.


I watch these days pass.

How seasons change,

Blur into one another

And how many years I have left.


written on the 4th December 2008... posted on www.protagonize.com on the 23rd April 2009

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