It is obvious by now that there are multiple crises happening or about to happen. Writing helps me keep aware without becoming despairing. Some others in various moods such as here and here and here and many more linked in the sidebar.
Daffodils Bloom Early
Wordsworth wrote of daffodils so poignantly
it seems as if to follow is hubristic,
might offend, and yet, and yet,
I see in many worlds on many hills,
by roadsides, gardens, fields,
Every year they come again.
Yellow trumpets, loud, toss heads
alongside tiny dwarfs as sold in supermarkets
marketed, designed for smaller spaces.
All sizes have increased their range
they grow beside the Meadow Walk*
Today it’s January, see the spires, already.
As the earth warms
beyond the ken of Wordsworth’s day,
still the daffodils can say,
Here, look, we show you brightness.
The world is here to stay.
* Middle Meadow Walk in Edinburgh, a wide pedestrian / cyclist thoroughfare that leads from the South into town, a very regular walk for me and many others. Photo on a winter evening (by Susana) soon those grassy banks will be waving yellow daffodils.
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