The Simple Things of Life Are the Best…
Like Daffodils in March.
The garden has not yet been prettied up.
Last summer's hosta leaves and flower stalks remain.
I try to tell myself they're interesting,
that they add character,
serve as counterpoise to the daffodil's beauty.
I tell myself that autumn's fallen leaves
add protective mulch in cold March nights.
I remind myself that a rolling stone gathers no moss,
and that I love, love, love moss.
So, I'll just keep still and admire the simple beauty
of daffodils and moss
in an untidy March garden.
