Daffodils make me smile and remind me another season is coming. This piece was first published in Clouds, Dreams and Fantasy Copyright © 2023. (available on Amazon).
I seldom date my pieces. However, the spring of 2020 was the beginning of the Covid Pandemic and all the changes it brought to the world.
Happy Spring! Feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments section.
Between Life and Death
Spring 2020
by Linda L. Flynn
I cut my first
bunch of daffodils
before Easter.
It snowed during the night.
The blooms left for later
bent under the weight.
Buds not yet open
succumbed to the
morning snow.
My bunch of daffodils
in the living room
brought sunshine and the promise
of spring to come.
I’ve enjoyed this
bundle of blooms.
I’ve watched
the petals on these beautiful blooms
first become paper thin.
Still beautiful,
but the truth
of their fragility
is now evident.
A few more days
and the edges of those paper blooms
are dry and wrinkled,
some have turned a darker color,
others just became more fragile.
How like us.
We bud and bloom,
bringing sunshine and promise
to those around us.
Our lives bring beauty to some.
Like these blossoms,
we don’t even recognize
the gradual process
of becoming more fragile.
Our bones are
more brittle,
muscle strength
steadily disappears,
our skin becomes
more translucent,
and our hair thins.
Like my daffodils,
we often fail
to recognize
these changes until
something happens.
Last night brought one
of those happenings.
I feel like
I should howl
and be in dissent.
Today, I’m weary and wonder,
what is this time all about?


