War

A trumpet calls sun forth violently upon the land.
Earth imprisoned by self coldness
swells groaning, releases regret from veins,
whelms the channel of cracked intransigence,
and bursts. A trench-bound army
surmounts the rampart of a town's impoundment.
Green rage climbs the banks
to ambush a row of oppressive grim buildings
asleep, complacent.
Screams pierce the air, deafening,
a winged force drawn from banishment
by power of desire, reclaiming lost territory.
And inveterate dandelions
overthrow the prim oligarchy
of a rural matron's garden.

"Inveterate dandelions", original?

Help please, poetry lovers.

Just now I put the previous post, a new poem, behind a friends only filter because I had qualms about its originality. Specifically, I have a lurking feeling I read the image about an invasion of "inveterate dandelions" in a poem before. This is one of the pitfalls of stream of consciousness journaling. When you open your mind to the aether, sometimes amazing imagery springs to mind, but it can be difficult to tell what is truly inspired and what is merely remembered.

Google turns up nothing. If the phrase seems familiar to anyone, please tell me. If you can give a reference, so much the better.

I enjoy the image and would hate to scrap it because of a brain fart, but plagiarism is not my style.