Saturday, January 4, 2014

Winter Dandelion

A poem, in the public domain, recevied from the which sends me a poem every day -- with links to a grat many more.  This one was especially moving. 

George Marion McClellan was an education black man (1866-19036).  I'm very glad found his poem and shared it today -- the sunny, cold, but beautiful day after a two day blizzard filled the air with gusts of small snowflakes and spread a meringue topping over the lawn outside my window. That lawn sprouts these  unlikely dandelions every month of the year I've noticed.  Now when I see them I will think of McClellan's poem,

A January Dandelion
by George Marion McClellan

All Nashville is a chill. And everywhere 
Like desert sand, when the winds blow, 
There is each moment sifted through the air,
A powdered blast of January snow. 
O! thoughtless Dandelion, to be misled 
By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed, 
Was folly growth and blooming over soon. 
And yet, thou blasted yellow-coated gem, 
Full many a heart has but a common boon 
With thee, now freezing on thy slender stem. 
When the heart has bloomed by the touch of love's warm breath
Then left and chilling snow is sifted in, 
It still may beat but there is blast and death 
To all that blooming life that might have been.



Oh June -- those are lovely words written by Mr. McCellan. I will save "Winter Dandelion" for the next "right" occasion -- barbara

Lynn Guardino said...

Nice little poem, proving that, like the rose, sometimes a dandelion is not a dandelion.

Carol- Beads and Birds said...

I saw your comment on Diane's blog and felt compelled to visit you. I don't run across many people on the art blogs that understand global warming.

I love your blog and will follow so I can return often.

Happy New Year from a place with a -37 windchill yesterday.