Longing to bloom

These days, these cold and wintry days, 

Our sunshine comes, not from the sky, 

But flowers: golden daffodils, 

Who somehow understand it’s time to bloom, 

And lift their lacy heads despite the cold; 

Even the snow cannot restrain 

Their bright exuberance. 

Something within me also longs to bloom, 

But seems content to wait a little longer. 

Perhaps it is a Rhodie, or a rose; 

I pray it won’t decide 

 To wait, like a chrysanthemum, 

 For spring and summer days to fade, 

Until the Fall…