She's a weed among many

the only difference 

is her timing 

while others are blooming 

in the sun filled days

she seems to be a yearning seed

left behind with the clouds. 

As the Earth

moves on its axis 

her colors are revealed. 

Shinning her prettiest 

when fall is whitened by the snow.

Filling hearts

and giving hope,

somehow she continues to grow

only so 

those around her

do not fall

into the vacancy of winter

only so 

they will stay warm

until it is time

for the other dandelions to rise.