February 1
Somehow
it is uplifting to know
that somewhere
hereabouts today
I can count on
a precocious daffodil
raising its golden trumpet
in solo fanfare.
Rousing its fellows,
defying any frost
or snow
or ice
encrusting its petals,
it shouts:
"Persevere;
press on;
Spring will come!"
by Terrell Shaw
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| Mother and me and the daffodils, her last spring, 2021. I miss bringing jonquils to my Mother. |
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