Wrote this originally at the end of February.
First Daffodils
At the first wink of bloom
brave enough
to stare down snow,
trees sigh with gladness –
the broken and hollow,
the rooted and toppled –
their tongues free to
sing down the north wind
with one defiant voice –
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