it can look selfish
this way I’m living
looking for love
through a camera lens
through the way my thighs move when I dance
through the way my chest rises when I sing
but it’s survival
like the lone daffodil blooming in January
a waning moon at dawn
the first dandelion puff
the cluster of fuzzy buds on the bare peach tree
we are all looking
sleepy round bulbs wake
as straight green arrows
tipped in bright yellow
aimed at the sky
you ask me questions
teary-eyed, red-cheeked
as sunlight paints stripes
across our bare feet
without answers, I deflect
making tiny clover bouquets—
thankful treasures fit for
all the garden fairies
we hold hands as
spring’s regal heralds rise
unfurling their tucked beauty—
sun within a sun
we dilly-dally dance
dreaming of hammock naps
doves building new nests
sweet lil strawberry babies
we stuff our pockets
with tomorrows and tomorrows
while hummingbirds dart by
and fresh raindrops fall
Our first daffodil opened this week and it inspired this short poem. I hope you enjoyed it.
Bridgette Tales 