Dandelions

Oh, to bloom!
You live a life outside
of the unchanging never-seasons
of the forest, for a moment brought
to the true glory of spring newly-sprung;

You are soft, your stems so pliable,
your heads so weighty and so proud,
so delicately fringed in florescent gold;

You know then transformation, wild forest magics --
to be one thing and then another, to hold the two
inside of you, balancing like ecology;

you know the blessings of the gods and mirror
the bright light of the risen sun;

You know, for a moment, what we sometimes know:
you know what it is to bloom.