A pea-green shoot pokes out of the ground.
Through the last sprinkle of snow,
It stretches.
Straightens.
Reaching towards the sky, it whispers,
“Spring. Spring. Spring.”
It battles the icy wind
And the winter-beaten mud.
Slowly
A bud grows,
Rounder, bigger, smoother.
One day…
Yellow.
Finally.
Five fairy petals caress the warming air,
Surrounding a golden crown.
A lone beam of sunshine,
Among browns and grays.
Head high,
It is the herald of spring,
Announcing the arrival of sunshine,
The birds, and
Other daffodils.
Derwood, Maryland
