| Christmas Dandelion |
| Already we�d pruned the roses; tools of the trade, lawncutters and such sit rusting in their shelters December rain tapping a soft lullaby on the corrugated roof, on the dreaming grass. Where is the snow? It�s uncommonly warm for December, a tornado touched down only yesterday mulching winter lawns with scattered metal scarcely a week to Christmas and not a snowflake in sight. Only the brown grass waits for a sleigh dull earth too boggy to sustain even the print of splayed hooves, houses hurriedly patching up guidance lights, and for a landing port a single yellow dandelion. Christmas dandelion, reflecting sunsparks where no sun has shone for days � surely you didn�t wait only to echo in darkness, light? Then let the snow cover you warm white snow shelter you the question of your status can wait until spring. |
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