Waiting for the Daffodils


The daffodils will come tonight.

I will take those precious jewels,

And place them on the table

I polished especially for them.


Such expectation

Such joy!


This now is a precious gift

Not a passing nod to their colour, form and hope.


A far deeper joy at their being here


In my home

In my place

That I have prepared for them.


Its lonely here and very still

A space for reverence with the daffodils.


This may be Grace:

Peace found outside the worry


Anticipate it

See it

Grasp it

Sit at peace.


The ordinary has become extraordinary.



(Written February 2021 while waiting for the key worker to come with the food and the daffodils.)