I was walking in March
  when from under the snow
  —Spring reached up and grabbed me

In my path was a stem
  pointing up from below
  —a lone daffodil reaching toward me

My darkness was gone
  a single robin in song
  —with the cold still freezing the air

As my mood had been changed
  all life rearranged
  —my steps treading nary a care

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)