I saw a daffodil whilst walking the dog,
Its future leaves and flower still wrapped
Together, tightly, into a green stalk, a dash
Of colour amid the browns and greys of the
Leaves-less branches of the bushes above.
I saw a daffodil whilst walking the dog.
And my heart skipped a beat for that
Speck of Spring smiling my way.
It was dark, it was rainy and the stubborn
Dog would not poo. But the promise
Of life renewed created a little
Rainbow from the cloud in my mind.
And I could not help but to smile
And skip with the dog all the way back.