daffodil
the first daffodils opened
this week as if they had
marked their calendar
for the start of spring
in years past they have
not been so punctual
which is not entirely
their fault I should say
the lows at night still
dance close to freezing
and most of the garden
is still in hibernation
but there’s a dammit
to these daffodils a
determination to not
wait on the weather
or let the grey clouds
set the color scheme
it’s time to bloom now
even for a short time
by the time spring has
spring in New England
these yellow harbingers
will have fallen away
pouring their energy
back into the bulbs
to wait for next year
when winter ends again
we don’t move in a line
life goes in a circle
time to bloom time to
die time to daffodil
Peace,
Milton
ee cummings would love your daffodil poem