Awakening

This morning I saw daffodils

Unfurl their yellow heads,

Awakening from sleeping

In their cozy winter beds.

 

The weather isn’t very warm

But there’s sufficient sun

To send the message that it won’t

Be long ‘til spring’s begun.

 

The crocuses, already out,

Must now agree to share

Their soil with these emerging bulbs;

Of course, it’s only fair.

 

The landscape, dressed for winter,

Looking bare and brown and bleak

Will be bursting forth with color

Hopefully, within the week.