There’s a patch of snow remaining
under the old pine tree at the edge of the summer garden.
Nearby where the sun touches the earth,
a hint of yellow appears,
a daffodil pushing through the still frozen ground.
When one thing goes, another comes,
it seems to say.
Like human life and death,
time for everything,
snow dissolving into the earth below,
its moisture life-giving
as the daffodil well knows.
Each fulfilling a silent promise to spring.
© Barbara Flass 2013
Photo credit:Marie Richie from Portland, Cascadia