Friday, January 30, 2015

Poetry Friday - A January Dandelion

On this cold January day I am sharing a poem from African-American Poetry of the Nineteenth Century: An Anthology (University of Illinois Press, 1992).

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.

Read the poem in its entirety.

I do hope you'll take some time to check out all the wonderful poetic things being shared and collected today by Paul at These 4 Corners. Happy poetry Friday friends!

P.S. - Do visit Michelle at Today's Little Ditty to read all the wonderful poems written in this month's challenge, posed by Joyce Sidman. (I have a poem there!)


  1. We have had such warm weather that we believe some of the little animals are starting some 'spring flings'. This is lovely, Tricia, "to be misled
    By a few warm days to leave thy natural bed".

  2. Thanks for directing folks over to TLD, Tricia. :) The McClellan poem is beautiful. It's an experience that's all too common here in north Florida. I always feel for the buds and new blooms that are frozen in a moment of bad timing, but my native New Yorker instincts simply won't stand to mollycoddle bushes by covering them with blankets.

  3. Hi there Tricia, your poem reminded me of my time in Prague when I was greeted with dandelions in July (not January though). Such beauty. :)