Daffodils stand along the roadside,
Spring is near at last
Daffodils stand along the roadside,
yellow like a silent shout,
their stems rigid,
their faces turned to a sky
too pale to answer.
Spring doesn’t creep,
it breaks open, sudden and sharp,
a flare of color
against the earth’s dull skin.
The flowers don’t sway or soften,
they stare, bold and unyielding,
golden flames that burn
without a flicker.
No waiting, no withering,
just a bright, defiant bloom
against the lingering traces of winter.
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