Day Eleven of NaPoWriMo.*

Today’s prompt:
“write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. “

And so:

Harbinger

You push through winter-hardened earth;
herald of spring, though
late winter snow lingers.

A peek of green, soon a finger,
then – when next I think to look –
the golden trumpet atop a slender stem.

Whipped by feisty winds,
assailed by torrent rains,
flattened by a boisterous spring, and I

speculate that you lost your gamble
in being first to show. But
you rise again, regal as ever…

defiant, daring daffodil!

*National Poetry Writing Month, Day 11