Daffodil 1

In April

surprised by any old thing
that should uproot itself
and subvert the winter
awakening to newness
from sleep

surprised each morning
I, too, awake 

words– thrown away
by winds
souls– slaughtered 
by hatchets

see—
   but don’t see
my heart left me—
some night, long ago

I wonder why
in April
the daffodils
have anything to say
to me

© prasanta April 2017

 

Daffodil 2

 


*reposted from the archives

**the daffodils bloomed on April 19/20, 2019