Dandelions

Poised upright on leafless hollow stems
the supple florets radiate on shining sphere
at the hued touch of the slant sun rays,
make a unique flower within flower,
the sparkle of resplendent yellow,
the early harbinger of the essence of spring,
when the pollinators, waiting behind the mist 
of the harsh winter receding,
scramble for the nascent nectar.

When the sunshine finally fades away 
from the golden florid days,
the florets droop and the flower dies,
not unsung and not in vain,
for the slumbering seeds of dormant progeny
appear on the bowl of blowballs,
perched on the fluffy parachute
to float in the wind, fly to distant lands,
and in the blossoming spring resurrect
in the unknown flushing meadows...unwanted,
as the sunburst golden bloom…dandelions.

April 6, 2019
For Brian Strand's Cointest All Yours (Mar10)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Radice Avatar
October 20, 2020 at 2:57 AM
Lovely poem Subimal. In their 'golden florid days' they look like Lion's Teeth, which, translated into French is: Les Dents De Lion :)
Warrior Avatar
April 17, 2019 at 12:32 PM
Lovely write my friend...Congrats! on the fine win Subimal...happy endings...^WW^
Rodrigues Avatar
April 7, 2019 at 7:17 AM
Informative and lovely verse. My favorite part: for the dormant seeds of progeny appear on the blowballs, poised on the fluffy parachute to float in the wind, fly to distant lands. Nicely done, Subimal!
Sinha-Roy Avatar
April 10, 2019 at 12:53 AM
Thank you so much, Kim for your visit and encouraging comments. much appreciated.
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