Spring Is Almost Here Poem by Mark Heathcote

We know the drill
reticent as a daffodil
spring is almost here.
It comes but once a year.

Those last few touches of frosts we sneer
but to a man we all sincerely revere.
The first snowdrops bobbing gondolier
it's peeping snowy white stratosphere.

Ice becomes all the thornier.
When the pussy willows catkins quill
bursts and shivers like frothy beer
with cushions, white downy, fiberfill.

Then all-of-a-sudden, it's like a prayer.
All is well to stand and stare.
Feel as though a promise could fulfill
was nodding residing in a golden daffodil?