A Poem a Day (455): Dandelions

Dandelions
 
She blows dandelions,
heads taking flight
in a field strewn with them,
travelling lost.
 
The white petals float,
transparent ghosts
telling old stories,
travelling so lightly.
 
The middle part stays,
stuck on the stem’s end,
a memory of the whole
withstanding Fate.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, July 18, 2021