• Jeanne Christie

Milkweed

Tiny parachutes pressed into tight rows

Burst out of their aging pods

Rest and breath
Ready for flight

White silky strands catching the wind
To an unknown future
Where will they go
On their journey

How can one small brown seed

Learn to fly
Somewhere…then
Falling silently
To earth
And new life.
----- Jeanne Christie




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