Daffodil Dreams

I walk through March,
the season
of snow and sun
shadow and light
freeze and thaw.

I yearn for the verdant rooms of spring
yet linger in the cool corners of winter.

Be like the crocus,
the daffodil
the tulip,
I urge myself.

Break through the frosted earth.
Allow the dormant, tight parts to
unfold
open
and gloriously
Be.

But you pull me under the pines
where remnants of yesterday’s snows
are slow to melt
and daffodils
                  are
                      but
                         dreams.

 

Daffodil Dreams poem by Jennifer Jenkins McAnulty, Penned from the Porch, 2015