Blooming Weather

The daffodils lay frozen, wondering
what the hell went wrong. On Saturday
the sunshine tried her best to match
their glow. On Sunday gales were raging
ripping at their roots. By Monday snow
was falling crystalising what was left.
Each year they try to time it
Each year they try to wait
Each year they hope the weather
has sorted herself out
but each year they get it wrong
they leave the ground too soon.
Next year they’ll wait for summer
Next year they’ll be blooming late
Next year they will be the ones
who get to last for months on end.

~The H Word~

#NaPoWriMo2021 #DayFive