A Lone Daffodil Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

A Lone Daffodil



I was walking in March
when from under the snow
—Spring reached up and grabbed me

In my path was a stem
pointing up from below
—a lone daffodil reaching toward me

My darkness was gone
a single robin in song
—with the cold still freezing the air

As my mood had been changed
all life rearranged
—my steps treading nary a care

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March,2018)

Thursday, March 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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