This is such a good little poem, really. The beginning is perfect because it could lead anywhere, & so often the aspect of falling can be very overdone & dramatic in poetry, but here the way you describe the falling, what comes after that first line is a pleasure to read. I love the idea of a "regenerative dandelion" with such a big word, & mechanical sound, juxtaposed with nature & softer sounds & imagery. It works so nicely.
& the breeze is thoughtless, free, the winds are strange. Again, even though this is speaking of foreignness, in a sense, it is at ease.
Is "mourn" supposed to be "morn"?
& I love how it comes full circle, bring back that regenerative. Great title to boot, just got it all going on & working together. I also like that it is so short, yet packs a punch.