A January Dandelion by George Marion McClellanAll Nashville is a chill. And everywhereLike 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 misledBy 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 boonWith thee, now freezing on thy slender stem.When the heart has bloomed by the touch of love’s warm breathThen left and chilling snow is sifted in,It still may beat but there is blast and deathTo all that blooming life that might have been.-----Prosodia is a daily podcast dedicated to historical notes and poems, hosted by Karim El Azhari. Welcome!All show notes are heavily recycled from old The Writer’s Almanac archives. May that podcast rest in peace (it was Karim’s favorite).All poems are public domain or submitted by the author for use on the show.Intro and outro music by Chillhop Records. They are amazing!