I Must Make Peace With the Dandelions

I must make peace with the dandelions for I do so enjoy their sunny smiles my neighbors however are less inclined to appreciate their delicate wiles Descendants, it seems, of nomadic need roots traced to earthly ancient scions follow their fate – bloom where they land So I must make peace with the dandelions Our roots though deep were recently planted drifting in on a wing and a prayer that all of the promises on the wind could all come true if we landed there Sharing the plight of the rising sirens I must make peace with the dandelions John G. Lawless ©5/8/2019