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Too early daffodils, a poem by Laurel Smith

Too early daffodils                                                               
      by Laurel Smith

Dark morning, fierce wind, then
stern winter gives way to a generous sun,
cold air fresh, melted

puddles in the fields. It’s the same day
but a changed season, a shift marked by small
            green shoots next to the house:

eager daffodils with no intention
to temper their exuberance, to mimic our
            cautious anticipation of spring.

It will freeze again, maybe snow
as golden blooms open—open without regret,
their splendor, as usual, on time. 

Laurel Smith lives in Vincennes, Indiana, and happily participates in projects to promote literacy and the arts. Her poems have appeared in Natural Bridge, New Millennium Writings, Tipton Poetry Journal, Flying Island, English Journal, JAMA: Journal of the AMA; also in the following anthologies: Mapping the Muse, And Know This Place, Visiting Frost