Dandelion In the Snow
She's a weed among many
the only difference
is her timing
while others are blooming
in the sun filled days
she seems to be a yearning seed
left behind with the clouds.
As the Earth
moves on its axis
her colors are revealed.
Shinning her prettiest
when fall is whitened by the snow.
Filling hearts
and giving hope,
somehow she continues to grow
only so
those around her
do not fall
into the vacancy of winter
only so
they will stay warm
until it is time
for the other dandelions to rise.
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