Daffodils in Springtime

Daffodils in Springtime

daffodils
in springtime,
brighten up
the day,
a small
reminder
maybe,
there is
so much
to say

some of it
has meaning,
maybe,
some of it
profound,
we trust.
some is
like an
old car,
mostly
falling rust

a garden
is a
lovely thing,
like a
sweet old girl,
and growing
things are
precious too,
all around
the world

there is a
beauty in
us all,
something
special there,
we need to
let that
beauty rule
our lives,
don’t neglect
to care

you and i,
and everyone
are part of
something fine,
and yet
we need
humility
until the
end of time

it could come
quickly
for us all,
before we wish
we’re done,
and some of us
may wish
in vain,
perhaps,
for a bit more
simple fun

some, i see,
walking talking,
standing
on the street.
i know i may
not understand,
their rhythms
or their beat

daffodils
in springtime,
brighten up
the day,
a small
reminder
maybe,
there is
so much
to say

 

April Comes

After ice and snow,
the chilly days
get longer, warmer,
bright and beautiful.
We barely understand.
What have you done,
what have I done,
to deserve this
beautiful warming,
brightening world?
The garden starts
to blossom.
There’s work to do.

Adventures call.
My feet begin
to tingle.
They want
to dance
a new adventure,
along a bright
and sunny unpaved trail.
Birds are singing,
crowing,
dancing in the skies.
Yellow sunlight
announces the day.
I am ready.