The Dandelion Wars
They came ashore unnoticed, alit lightly, quietly rooted themselves into our culture. They spread, slowly forming small groups amid the ghettos of grasses and saplings. No one took notice until the day a surging yellow field appeared. Demanding to be seen, to be acknowledged, counted among the beauty of the countryside. They infiltrated every strata of “flowerdom”, placed spies amid the city’s cracks and crevices, dropped airborne units into walled fortresses. The battle was on! Not so much a revolution as an insistence…on their presence, a forceful inclusion intrusion into our gardens, a reminder that all flowers had drifted, been carried great distances across mountains and seas by wind, feather, and driftwood. And yet we ask: “Where did they come from?” “How did they get here?” As if the questions were never asked about all the flowers at one time or another. Why does the battle continue...in the streets, on the prairies, in back yards and tiny gardens?
roses flaunt their scent
all seek the honey bees kiss
weeds bully fresh sprouts
John G. Lawless
©8/18/2021
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2021
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