Daffodils are one of my favorite flowers. The bulbs begin pushing through the ground in the heart of winter. Every warm day in January brings the shoots up higher and higher. By the first of February yellow heads are ready to pop open. They are short-lived, but are a hopeful reminder that spring is not far away.
Hardy green shoots
push up through cold winter leaves
Yellow blossoms shine
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’Verse, Frank asked us to write a Haibun that uses a form of the word heart!
But rather, hope lies in the eternal promise of Spring
As up from the compost comes new life
Pushing winter on its way
Yesterday I noticed that the daffodils were already pushing their way up through the dead leaves. Our temperatures have been above normal, so they have started to reach for the sun. It will be another month or two till we see blossoms, but to see them there reminds me that Spring is not that far away, and there is life and promise for 2022! Hopefully we too can gather strength and new life from the compost of 2021!
“Why would anyone believe in God?” Or for that matter, “Why would anyone not believe in God. ““I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.”
Such were the conversations between the old preacher and his grandson. His son did not follow in his steps and had left the church at an early age. Grandson Charlie, now a university student, decided to challenge Grandpa’s long held faith.
“Why do you believe such nonsense, Grandpa,” he asked. “You can’t begin to prove any of it.”
“Well, son, take a look at that daffodil blooming in the sunshine. Do you know anyone who could make a living breathing flower that is as wonderfully complicated as that?” “Some say it all just happened over time, but I believe the God of creation brought everything into existence for a reason.“
Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Today at d’verse, we are writing Prosery. This is where we are giving a line from a poem and asked to write a story of exactly144 words that includes that line. Merril gave us this line: “I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility that existence has its own reason for being.” from polish poet Wislawa Szymborska’s poem, “Possibilities”
This past week I noticed that my daffodils were beginning to push up through the ground. I have never seen this in November. Sometimes they show through in February, but never in the Fall. Trees have now set their buds and wait through the long winter for a new Spring. As I think about all that has taken place this week, with the election and the projected change in our country’s leadership, I thought this might be a good poem to reflect upon.