A Lone Daffodil

I was walking in March

when from under the snow

—Spring reached up and grabbed me

 

In my path was a stem

pointing up from below

—a lone daffodil reaching toward me

 

My darkness was gone

a single robin in song

—with the cold still freezing the air

 

As my mood had been changed

all life rearranged

—my steps treading nary a care

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

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