<p><b><i> Dandelion Gone to Seed</i></b></p> <p></p> <p><i> A sphere of silvery transparency,</i></p> <p><i> at the top of a silvery stem.</i></p> <p><i> Perfect in its static death.</i></p> <p><i> But the next wind will blow it into seedlings,</i></p> <p><i> will sing every tiny seed of it into a cloud</i></p> <p><i> that drifts to earth,</i></p> <p><i> to make another flower,</i></p> <p><i> in another spring.</i></p> <p></p> <p>— Margaret Freydberg</p>
Dandelion Gone to Seed
A sphere of silvery transparency,
at the top of a silvery stem.
Perfect in its static death.
But the next wind will blow it into seedlings,
will sing every tiny seed of it into a cloud
that drifts to earth,
to make another flower,
in another spring.
— Margaret Freydberg
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