bringing daffodils

though winter

sun fed unseen

roots still

the gardener tended

patting

down keeping

warm loving

still and waiting

hoping

knowing what

the underground promise did not

believe

that she could

would

emerge

in spring

when he brought me

daffodils

this gardener

who believes

for me

when I cannot

leaves too

frail to push upward

he stoops anyway

encourages

loves

and his love is the reason for

the blooms

This is dedicated to my dear husband, who brought me daffodils on Sunday.

And who’s been bringing them to me for nearly 17 years.

Thank you.