The crocuses were gaily in bloom -
Tiny, perfect harbingers of what was soon to come.
The daffodils, too, flaunted their beauty
By nodding their heads like green-necked giraffes
Wearing yellow ruffs behind their ears.
The advent of Spring’s first flowers
Is exciting in northeastern Ohio,
Where Winter is a dark, dreary, sun-deprived forever of time.
But Mother Nature had another surprise, that year.
Overnight, a storm which had been predicted
To leave no accumulation
The crocuses still held their bright little heads
Above their new mulch of white,
But the daffodils (poor fragile creatures)
Lay supine on the unwelcome cold surface,
Their vibrant color already leaching out
In silent testimony to the life leaving their