Dandelions

Grass may be ever-green if thin, trees bud then leaf regardless of weather, following a near-predictability of a calendar date, but dandelions seem more inclined towards invisible world truths, appearing when it’s certain winter is no more. Weeds they called them. For all intents and purposes, they look like flowers. They are flowers. Who was the hypocrite, the gardeners or the dandelions? I love their persistence. No pasture as far as the eye can see here, just a space of dirt near an abandoned building in our fair city. I imagine this grass was first planted decades ago. Dandelion spores landed immediately and swirl through the air when the weather’s warm and winter’s gone and fall is only a premonition. Yellow blossoms speckling the green, waiting for honey bees to land.