It snowed again during the shortening night;
A staggering and mighty sight
to those who yearn for Spring sun.
I, among them, am one.
The daffodils, though, delight
standing as tall and as resolute as they might
to bear the weight of our expectation,
cheering us on heartily in exultation
that winter’s quiet and tight hold on us all
yet allows the cheerful to stand tall,
and welcome with unabashed delight
another snowfall during the night.
And, somehow, the world, again, seems right.
annarino writes 