A Single Daffodil

` There among the petals of my past as miniature wings buzz, bouncing here and there, my mind follows their wayward path, becoming lost within the patterns meandering, recalling those moments when we imagined this oasis, out beyond the arbor where our love bloomed as daffodils on a warm spring day, when beauty was destined to the eye of the beholder as it was to our little friend upon finding a perfect rose Now as I peer past the fractured lattice, where weeds of all shapes and sizes have gathered, my eyes become moist when a pest bumbles towards my face and I swat it down. As I watch it wriggle in the overgrown grass, yellow and black bands desperately trying to reclaim its journey, I see that day when winter set about your frail frame and you wilted before my eyes Picking up a stick I gently lift the insect from the grass and watch it happily fly away, tiny wings on a chilly spring day, glistening through the clouds that wrap this place in your absence and I wonder if your wings are fluttering as I think about you. When I notice a single daffodil blooming among the bramble and thicket, a soft yellow reply fluttering in the breeze and I gaze up to the heavens and smile 9/4/19 Written for: Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Craig Cornish