To bolster that hope, I bought a small bouquet of tightly closed daffodils, my favorite flower.
True to form, they opened their sunny faces and brightened my life with their utter simplicity.
Here's a poem about daffodils that is in my newly published book "At The Turquoise Table"
Photo by Russell J Smith (flickr)
Late Storm
Longing for an early spring
I sloshed through the slush
to buy
a fistful of bright, yellow
daffodils
who sit defiantly
on my table
nodding in my direction.
Who? Gotta love that poetic license :)
ReplyDeleteBrings back memories----Daffodils are about beginnings, the tenacity of starting yet again.
ReplyDeleteYou remember Russ don't you?:)
ReplyDeleteNo...Russ? Drawing a blank.
ReplyDeleteThanks belatedly Martha for your lovely thought.
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