NaPoWriMo, Day 8: Write a poem about a flower.
This moment between night and sun
when fog covers the trees and the birds’ singing
sounds like they are shivering in their feathers;
This moment between winter and spring
when the maple buds and freezes and buds again
never losing faith that warmth will surely return;
This moment when I see tiny leaves of green
breaking through in the lettuce bed,
pinpricks of life in frosty earth;
This is when I count my numbered years and pray
that I will see the daffodils once,
twice, twenty times again.