Sunny yellow Daffodils, stand proud and tall in red clay dirt.  

Surrounded by rocks, jagged and harsh and not a patch of grass to be seen.

It’s a wonder.

Someone cared to plant them there….

In such an lonely spot.

I stop for a moment to admire their happy dance as they sway in the mornings’ gentle breeze.


They are telling my spirit to hold on….

Change is on the horizon. It is always so.

It’s a sign to begin anew!

Lift yourself up! 

And in the wake of that very moment,

My exhale is audible….

Ah yes! 

Spring is on it’s way.