Dandelion Clock

A sturdy
Green stalk
Supports
A white head.

A gentle exhale

Of a breeze

And tiny,
Delicate
Parachute-like seeds
Disperse,

Carried aloft
Into the big, blue
Open air

Floating
Until,
One by one
They settle;

One here,
Two there,
Coating the meadow
With a downy surface
As if a sprinkling
Of summer snow.