Wisdom tells me to find joy amidst life’s potholes
My eyes scout out beauty on gray days and land on the daffodils.

They do spring’s heavy lifting
Bringing momentary respite even as the winds bluster and blow them horizontal.

Tender stems bend but do not snap
Gusts of life threaten my stability, so I focus on the sunshine burst of blooms.

A bunch here and there, beautiful in isolation.
In other yards I pass, a riot of holy glamour.

I relinquish the need for everything to be okay today
The daffodils’ brilliance will fade
A reminder that this too shall pass.


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