As I observed the green shoots
which pushed up amidst the
snow and Fall’s leaf remnants,
I waited and watched.
While elsewhere around the globe
bursts of yellow are apparent, it
is not the case here in my garden.
Watching the progress in photos,
it seems I shall not see the yellow
daffodils just yet. My heart was
happy as I observed the fat robins
searching for worms. The birdsongs
have increased in volume as well.
It seems they converse with one
another about how slowly things
emerge after a winter thaw.
Yellow offers hope. It is a
happy, uplifting color full of
gaiety, playfulness, merriment
and joy. The weather has turned
colder again as the struggle
continues between winter and
spring. The unexpected patches of
colors now surprise and delight.
Overnight, there will be apple
blossoms, buds on trees, yellow
daffodils galore. For now I content
myself with waiting and watching.