The Daffodil and the Ice

by Mary E. Lowd

The daffodil calls
To the warmth underground
Summoning up
Tendrils of spring
Waiting to be found
Drawn through the ice
Melting the frost
Thawing their way
Towards the sun
Until winter’s last grasp
Is unwillingly lost

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