Seemingly cespitose,

At least before lip blows,

Sending seeds ascatter,

Via wind’s chit-chatter,

‘Fore alighting at spot,

Where skyward senseis ought

Consider how to raise

A dandelion’s days

Beyond that of a weed

To joy sun’s son does feed. ; )

That which had been precluding breath from frosting the air and, as well, sheltering lips from chapping cuts was, now, no longer purposed to protection, but, rather, being hailed a la proclamation as an orarium towards seekers along the snowy shore, who were likely hope’s last—if not only—chance at flagging, through world of white, a saviour rather than a surrender. ; )

Her dilection was for attention from those who deemed her attraction as illumination in a situation of circumnavigation round flirtation obfuscation. ; )

Golden girls present as sleek of style, but the ins of their fins carry a state both feral and farouche towards any sharky smile. ; )

Callie shred the tinsel as if it was grass and she was mow.

Then, she ate the entire festoon of living room’s mistletoe.

So, now, she has been banished to fluffy field of feet of snow—

Where she just espied her next task: a row to and fro of rainbow no-no aglow. ; )