Poor daffodils bent over by snow,
Bending flower buds to the ground…
Freezing temperatures plant fluids slow
Until warming sun comes around.
Making do, asleep on mulch
Earth;’s children wait for the day….
When they’ll rise and blossom at last
Like children come out to play!
Tree and bush wait patiently
For eventual thaw…
Then the end of cold winds shall be,
Blooming colors will awe!