tomorrow

You might think sudden snow
that blew in with a late
March blizzard got those daffodils

scattered sullen in dry grass
where drifts piled high as the fence
two days ago.

But they'd come and gone
by then, leaving nothing
but corpses of the first Spring

flowers for two days of cold.
Shrunken heads impaled
on straight stalks

can't deter another Spring,
drinking Winter into rainbows
now, bursting tomorrow.
© Steven Schroeder

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