Like dandelion seeds
dancing within a gentle, autumn breeze
Across an open field
poised to receive and encourage new life,
Images of you,
each holding within itself renewal’s promise,
Dance across a yearning heart
within the warm, soft breeze of my memory.
Absorbed by every moment,
I am amazed, full of joy, and richly blessed:
Because two work as one,
others find shelter from an indifferent world.
Children are taught
to ride a bike, sow and reap — imagine and believe.
“We are not yet complete,” you whisper …
and as winter wanes, a new life emerges.
As for dandelion seeds —
potential realized is potential tended, nurtured,
And even when unseen
the Nurturer’s hand is there, permeating all.
Memories, too,
can become the genesis for hope rediscovered —
Seeds of renewal that,
when pondered within a fertile heart, bring new life.
