Daffodil

                    Daffodil    

                    Jane Scoggins

I am handled with care,

    Laid on the ground to wait.

 It is not what I expected,

And yet not unexpected

 

A patter of raindrops

And wind in the trees.

I hear the sounds clearly

But not able to see

 

         And now the tender fingers  

Hold me briefly again,

Before cool darkness

     Surrounds and enfolds me

 

I feel reassured, sleepy

  Beneath the brown covers

I am content to be still..

And content to wait

 

      When at last the March sun

     Comes to warm my body,

I stretch out my slim

Green arms to the sky

 

Then turn my golden face

To the fluttering breeze,

Aware now of my beauty,

And of my place on earth

Copyright Jane Scoggins