as the poor daffodils sway and shiver,
shadows like ghosts in the sun.
Their white and yellow hues are vibrant
but it is early April and some petals
are already brown, soon to turn to dust
as eventually...everything must.
Snow clouds form, blinding the sun
and a surprise army of flakes
drop on the freezing daffodils
which had hoped to spend their final weeks
basking in warm sunshine
but it is just a passing shower it seems
as snowflakes melt...as quickly as dreams.