Is it spring yet?
It’s hard to say

I woke up this morning to a warm day

But it was cold again by sunset

I walked around the block

Fixated on pain, oppression, the forces of evil

Deep in my thoughts

I saw you there, Daffodil

Bouncing along gleefully

You’re in front yards and under trees

Sometimes you’re out in the open

Your yellow head shaking

Green stem waving

Like you’re shouting and hoping

For some warm air too

Or maybe to see justice and righteousness anew

Or maybe it’s attention you want

You got mine

Just be you, Daffodil

Flutter, wave, and shine

You’re fine when you’re you

Don’t compare yourself to Camellia

Don’t try to be Rose

It’s winter still

There again is that bitter chill

The barren trees know

Darkness falls

I feel the cold air

I turn to go and see oppression all around

I feel a little scared

It’s hard to see so I hurry

My vision is blurry

I put my glasses on and collect my will

To see spring, to live, to do good

To do as I should. To be me.

There in the distance is my inspiration.

Daffodil.