Blowing Away – Monochromes in a Colourful Mind

The dandelion, that fleeting thing,

A ghostly apparition on the wind,

With seeds like whispers,

Dancing on the breeze.

Its beauty now a memory,

Its petals long since flown,

It’s but a mere skeleton,

In the autumn’s dying light.

Yet, in its wistful final act,

It leaves behind a legacy,

A hope for new beginnings,

A promise of rebirth.

And so we watch it drift away,

A reminder of life’s fleeting grace,

A symbol of impermanence,

And the beauty found in letting go.