the daffodils somehow survived seven inches of snow.
yesterday they peeked through.
this morning, they swayed “hello” when i
ran out of the house at ten past nine
there were more of them
when I came home tonight
at nine past ten.
does anyone think it strange that i
walk everywhere now with my arms open wide
inviting the zephyr to steal
my cardigan sweater
so the warm sun can touch my winter skin better?
or that i stand,
with my face to the sky
and my eyes shut in exhausted reverence?
spring is like hope
and hope springs eternal, they say.
and a little hope is all i really needed today.