Frost on Daffodils

Awakened by warmth of the sun                                                     

the daffodils begin to grow.

Hesitating,

they peek their heads

through frost covered ground,

cautious of what they see.

Trees still bare, grass yet to grow.

They turn to their old friend

Magenta Azalea bush.

Still peacefully asleep and bare:

Who woke them?

Why?

~ Diane Davies-Dixon