The Dandelion At Heart

The snow flies, falls, settles into nooks and crannies, covering over all,
changing view

Underneath all, down below frozen earth, grow still the roots of most
tenacious weed

It cannot be stopped, scythed down, burnt up, plucked out, cajoled, or tricked away

Let the winds moan on, let the cold bite against the world, let frost enter in

Soon comes the Spring, with the traveling of the sun, and, again,
it blooms