Question of the Day!

"Daffodil" 

Spring found me dormant in the numbing chill,
asleep beneath a fleecy shroud of snow—
a buried bulb, a hopeful daffodil—
entranced in dreams of sunshine's warming glow.

I feel rain's gentle rhythm trickling down,
its icy fingers reaching to my core.
And so, I poke my head out from the ground
remembering I've done this thing before.

Above me flits a graceful butterfly
and birdsong in the air says spring's begun.
I stretch my slender arms up toward the sky
and bathe myself in pristine rays of sun.

And when I burst into a bloom, I'm whole,
for springtime's also blooming in my soul.