As dutiful daughters of the spring <br />They bowed in tandem, downwind <br />In a fierce late winter storm. <br /> <br />Pointing their faces away <br />From the wind and looking <br />Toward the ground, their <br />Grace and elegance belied <br />The howling wind, and <br />Spoke of their duty to the season. <br /> <br />Their bright yellow shouted to <br />The dark clouds and cold wind, <br />Speaking of things to come, <br />Standing out in an otherwise bleak <br />Winter tapestry. <br /> <br />Tomorrow or soon thereafter, <br />They'll be majestic sisters, facing <br />The light and holding in their <br />Faces the hope of renewal <br />And new beginnings. <br /> <br />This is the season borne <br />Of the Maidens Daffodil.<br /><br />Ray Andrews<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daffodils-in-march/
