Dandelion. The wishing star of flowers,
ripe with ballerinas standing on their toes
to touch your center. White tutus starched and
standing out to catch the wind, they break free
and sail to where wishes come true,
where their feet can land in the earth,
where they become golden flowers when they age.
What do all those wishers wish?
Wishes are hopes, and we all need hope.
Only you and the ballerinas know.
Bloom on.
I love your comparison to ballerinas, tutus, and sailing in the air… you really catch the delicacy of the dandelion, and every word you choose fits nicely. I love the flow you have going.