Winter’s Last Hurrah

Snowflakes falling in slow motion

Greeted me this morning.

A sudden storm blew in at night,

Silent, without warning.

I hope the baby daffodils

Who dared to raise their heads

Can survive the frigid morning air

As they grace my flower beds.

Old Man Winter’s dying breath

Was not much of a threat.

The snow was gone within the hour;

The grass is now just wet.

By noon the sun was shining

On the dark-green shrouded flowers,

But the early evening sunset

Brought with it scattered showers.

This game will play out many times

Before the Spring arrives.

Only the most hardy flowers

Will be able to survive.

But what a fabulous display

When they are all in bloom.

As their fragrance permeates the air

To dispel the Winter gloom.

So to you, my yellow maidens,

I pray that you'll be strong,

For Springtime is not far away.

We’ll see your face 'fore long!