Tussilago Farfara, Or Coltsfoot
In waste places beside the road
Coltsfoot grows in fertile till.
A smallish flower no higher than a toad
Its habitat seems to fit the bill.
Not expecting a flower in this land
Odd brown scales clasp its stalk.
Skunk cabbage neighbors in its sand
And makes a "feller" stop and gawk..
Leaves not unlike the hoof of a colt
Hence the name, Colts-foot, you know.
The first flower in spring to bolt
And a weed that escapes my hoe.
By any name, it's still a weed.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2008
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