Ode to a Daffodil

So I am climbing up and up the park stairs to City campus one Monday evening when I pass a bed of golden daffodils laughing.  “Spring is coming, spring is coming,” they gaily prattle as their many-pointed heads jiggle and bow in the March air.

It’s been a mild winter, yet a difficult one, and I’ve been searching for some end to this stasis, some deliberate, physical gesture of renewal. “Keep death close,” a wise Buddhist teacher once said, “so fear is not an option.”

And so I have.

And so I will.

But today, just for today, I’d like to pause on the stairs and consider a golden daffodil and breathe and breathe and breathe.

Happy weekend everyone, see you at Smallpeace!

About Smallpeace

Michele Karas is a poet, essayist, and longstanding professional copywriter, who currently works for a top-five US book publisher. Her poems and prose have appeared in literary journals, including Tinderbox, THRUSH, Alaska Quarterly Review, and Narrative magazine, among others. Michele holds a BA in Journalism from San Diego State University and an MFA in Creative Writing from CUNY, The City College of New York. Find her on Twitter @small_peace.
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4 Responses to Ode to a Daffodil

  1. Touch2Touch says:

    It will be lovely when the weather and attendant circumstances allow you a weekend at Smallpeace. Crocuses, daffodils, tulips to come —
    Walk in beauty!

  2. I love daffodils, thanks for this ♥

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