first flower 

hello there dandy, 
first to bloom,
with golden mane, 
frosted lightly, 
buttons of tiny petals
to parasols of gray, 
taking flight one day
on bursts of breath 
whispered softly 
to a crystalline sky…
it would seem 
you are more 
than a nuisance, 
a weed deeply rooted, 
it is you who dares 
to bare your face, 
to rise, to shine 
in the light 
of the worm moon, 
to announce 
the coming spring…
a dandy-lion who 
dallies with tempests, 
only to be plucked 
from the loam, 
soft, downy, 
feather-light, ripe 
for the kiss of wish-makers, 
to dance for wide-eyed 
innocents who dare to dream 

~kat