Daffodil on Waking written by Joyce Butler at Spillwords.com

Daffodil On Waking

Daffodil on Waking

written by: Joyce Butler


A light rain kissed my face even though my head was bowed low at the nape.
I couldn’t look up, my sisters neither, we still had yet to greet each other.

A cold frightening winter of strange winds blowing us about, determined to shake us through our roots leaving us dying of a stabbing frost.

But March brought a more forgiving sun so we held hands again, raising our heads out from worry and fear.

Now, we look into the sun’s ranging eyes again.

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