little daffodil

It is starting to get lighter now.
Sometimes I get home before it is dark.

Our garden has sprouted little daffodils.

First a single bright yellow flower on a delicate green stem,
an intruder in a dark weed covered garden.

Every time I see the little daffodil I slow my step, no matter how late I am
And I am filled with a childlike joy
I feel the bright yellow inside my chest.

Now that single delicate green stem holds five bright yellow flowers,
it sags under the weight but it stays strong.

We have had wind and rain and hail

It's still there.

Again and again I have resisted the urge to clip the green flesh off at it's feet
and carry it inside with me to display in the centre of the kitchen table.

But it is beautiful and alive in the garden.

The other day I found another little daffodil, two flowers hidden amongst a bushel of rosemary.