daffodils, two
Daffodils, two
Sunny, happy faces
reaching for light
Their open trumpets
breathe out shy scent
awaken me to future Spring
Teases in the stubborn cold—
not freeze, but near
And now the rain will come
please, not driving hard
dreading beat-down
blossoms, these harbingers
that face the frost time
innocent, brave, and true
They ward off sad
nudging me toward shine
Shoot up, show. Shy? Shine,
winter woes, cold chills be damned.
Daffodils teach how.
Oh, I, too, hope the rain doesn't beat down all the sweet blossoms. And oh, what terrific lines in that final stanza, especially the final two lines:
"...these harbingers
that face the frost time
innocent, brave, and true
They ward off sad
nudging me toward shine"