A Sonnet to the Dandelion (in Regards to Being a 'Weed')

April 16th, 2026

Your yellow petals are the sign of spring
As fin'lly Winter's callous hands turn warm.
You pop up smiling, arms spread wide to sing
Your brightest song for crowds; just waking, scorn:

'Your yellow is too bright' they caw in line!
'A weed to be removed from front lawns', says
That bourgeois and reductive state of mind
That's giving dandelions such bad rep!

Let dandelions be, let them fucking free
To sing their spring song concert, heavens please!