Everywhere I Turn

Everywhere I turn,

the daffodils are making progress

in their return to glory.

Walking around the yard

and throughout the neighborhood

and in the drives over longer distances

they beckon me to notice them.

Everywhere I turn,

the foundational green stems call “Come back again soon. When I am ready!”

Everywhere I turn,

the start of the unraveling,

from peeling back, the pale-yellow skin

to reveal the glorious yellow cup and petals.

Everywhere I turn,

this year I have noticed how the daffodils bow their heads.

In my mind, I thought they were always upright, standing at attention.

Everywhere I turn,

I see the slight bow of the daffodil,

and I slightly bow to the beauty of nature.