r2vyln3rdioj14u-rld0ska where mountains meet the sea: Dandelion Seeds

Dandelion Seeds

From somewhere -
from the Pennines, from Skye,
will arrive the puff of air
to make us fly.


In each barbed seed
(as in a nib of gold)
though they call us weed
is light untold -


to scatter like suns
in the Cosmos's breath,
and billow long tons
of blooms from death.


Gerry Cambridge

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