I am participating in the March Slice of Life Story Challenge. Thanks to the co-authors of Two Writing Teachers for creating this supportive community.
We have experienced some unusually warm weather in eastern PA the past few weeks. Yesterday there were blue skies, gentle winds, and temperatures in the 60’s. I knew all that was about to change, so I visited my backyard flower beds to see what was going on and to snap a few pictures. About half of the daffodils were already blooming, along with the forsythia. I snipped a few blossoms so I could enjoy them indoors, and I’m glad I did. Today those daffodils are hunkered down, covered in wet snow.
What a Difference a Day Makes
Daffodils burst forth,
promise new life,
gently nod their heads
in the wind.
Then a cruel reminder –
Old Man Winter has not yet left the building!
Imagine the Possibilities 
Yes, yesterday was a beauty! I should have clipped my daffies, too. I am going to have to knock the wet snow off the lelands midday. I thought I was done with this – almost put my boots away! Your photos say it all!
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Our daffodils haven’t bloomed yet but the yellow is there. Today they are wearing coats of white.
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Thank you for that wry smile!
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I love your poem! It perfectly sums up what is going on here in Ohio, too. ~JudyK
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Your poem captures the essence of our weather. Had to drive grandkids to school this morning and my grandson brought me to the back window and said, “Look, Mimi.” At first, I didn’t know what he wanted me to see and then I spied the daffodils in bloom, sprinkled with the early morning snow. Bizarre!
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Love that your grandson noticed!
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Oh, those poor daffodils. I have a feeling mine are going to look like that come this Tuesday. The poem completely embraces what is about to happen! ~Amy
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Your poem is perfect! And more snow to come…
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What a difference a day makes–so true. Next Tuesday the daffodils may be under even more stress. But they are hardy flowers. I love the poem, Rose.
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I love the line – Old Man Winter has not yet left the building! I don’t associate humor with poetry — I love that you had beautiful language, powerful imagery and a good dose of humor!
Clare
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