Feels like forgiveness
Sitting here in the sun
painting the waves of daffodils
The ones who survived the snow
a few days ago, bent, now standing.
You can’t tell them from those
more newly bloomed. And more to come.
I wonder at what I might have done
to have earned such redemption.
You may be stuck with the daffodils awhile – hard not to sit with them, take photos of them, paint and photograph them – in their rather brief yearly visit.
feels like forgiveness
sharing sun with daffodils
what did I do right?
