Dandelion Some see a wish, some see a weed. Me? I see tiny white arms, reaching out for us as they blow by.     (This is the photo provided in the prompt that I chose to write about. A shadorma is a six line…

Sinewy tendrils push Apart a crack, Minute and invisible Moving closer to a surface Of air, and water, and sun Tender hairs wiggle Soil into small canals, Stretching out, reaching for Space, and nutrients, and life Spindles of green shoot Upward straight trajectory Toward the…