This is what I hope to see once the snow melts and and the ground warms. My beautiful daffodils and tulips.
Daffodil, O Daffodil
Where art thou?
Beneath the layers of snow and ice
below shallow dirt that has lain fallow
for eight months or more
To love thee is to know you do not stay
Your petals en Jaune et Blanche
No Haiku can do thee justice
Thy beauty is beyond compare
Your glory is fleeting
but a reminder of how precious and brief
life is.
