Spring

 

Spring

The soil had been cold for a while.

The bulbs were burrowed down, under the freeze line, dormant.

Above the surface, it went from cold, to chilly, to frigid, and back again.

It rained a lot, and snowed a little, and there was some ice.

Eventually, it stopped being cold and chilly, and for a while it wavered between cool and warm.

When the warm days outnumbered the cool days, there was a stirring in the bulbs.

Slowly, they sprouted roots and stems, stretching above and below with intent.

The day the daffodils bloomed, it snowed.

Defiantly, they bloomed anyway.