Poetry: The Daffodil

I wish I could be

as strong as the daffodil.

 

This herald of spring

never permits winter’s

 

dangerous plan

to scar her heart,

 

nor does she hold winter

against itself.

 

She accepts its nature,

while I sulk like

 

Schopenhauer when

a friend cancels lunch plans.

 

The daffodil does not

fall out of love

with herself.

 

I wish I could be

as strong as the daffodil.