Daffodils beckoned me
Bunched in their families
Of eight, one or three
Taut and tall
Heralding new life to all
With their heads like trumpets
Their boldness was at odds
With their ephemeral presence
I thought and I uttered
Half to them and half to myself
“Aren’t you a bit sad
That your lives are so short?”
To this, daffodils turned in surprise
“To us our lives are long”
They replied
Humbled I retreated
Taking away my certainties
And I let the mist fall upon
The Creator’s dealings
With His creatures