From April 10, 2012
Daffodils:
We made it.  Again.
And the warmth feels good.  Again.
The breeze. Again.
And the light.

It's possible
You and I will push
Through mud
Sharp with the ice of memory
And heavy
To be beautiful and new.

When our roots
Take hold of the rocks
We will crush them
And feed on the nutrients
We release from them.

It's what we do,
Being flowers.

One Single Impression