New Beginnings

Like a hundred suns floating in a green sky,
this was the year of daisies,
who, crowding the fields,
perfumed the air- sweet like nectar.

And it was me who gathered these
and sat and counted petals
for hours
while the earth moved,
turning new faces of clouds about the world.

This was the year of the daisies
growing wild
like tiny yellow-white sparks of consciousness,
emerging from the dreamy
sleep-grey of a late winter.