Dandelions

Remember summer in your blossom's weave, Betwixt them memories of warmer days. As you but dance yet with the summer breeze And love untimidly beneath sun's gaze. And revel yet awash in youthful grace! For long as summers burn and stars are bright; Though virtues of themselves rebuff the cold. The frigid winters claim the earth, as right As younger stars adorn night's fabric old. Anon so wilt the blossoms as unfold! Withal, thy summer burns no quicker and As short-lived as all beauteous things I know. Then dance, oh dandelion; understand That to the breeze with all their wish you'll go Your summer memories shall warm you so.